Here is the chorus that Susan wrote...:

Suddenly I felt a warm, wet drop land
On the back of my pleading, outstretched hand
It was the tears of God; He said, "I don't understand.
I gave you such gifts-- not the least was free will.
Yet you use it in anger, you use it to kill.
You want to know why I allow this to be?
That answer should come from you, to Me."
With the gift of free will