I feel like a God’s trump card

I feel like a God’s trump card
Just that the time is never right
When things get sloppy
When the tide runs in a schedule
High tide follows the low
And the game goes on
Round after round,
player after player
card after card
The mechanical progression,
It runs on a flowchart
Spades walk in a line
Then my God wakes from his slumber

The other cards of the pack
Together they stand
The Spades, they form a club there
And the diamond ones team together

But I am me, a trump card
Just that the time is never right!