Oh Lord, You Know Our Foolishness

Oh Lord, You Know Our Foolishness

Oh Lord, You know our foolishness,

And all our silly deeds;

You watch us scamper here an there,

Pursuing useless greeds.

 We sometimes doubt that You are Love,

And we forget to thank;

We find the Sky an empty voi,

The Universe a blank.

 We fall into despondency,

And curse the hour that bore us;

We either claim You don’t exist,

Or else that You ignore us.

 So pardon us these vacant moods,

Our dour and gloomy sayings;

<p class="MsoNormal">Today we own ourselves Your Fools,

<p class="MsoNormal">And celebrate by playing.

<p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">We make a full acknowledgement

<p class="MsoNormal">Of all in us that’s vain –

<p class="MsoNormal">Our petty strifes and tiny woes,

<p class="MsoNormal">Our self-inflicted pain.

<p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">At April Fish we jest and sing

<p class="MsoNormal">And laugh with childish glee;

<p class="MsoNormal">We puncture pomp and puffed-up pride,

<p class="MsoNormal">And smile at all we see.

<p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">Your starry World’s beyond our thought,

<p class="MsoNormal">And wondrous without measure;

<p class="MsoNormal">We pray, among Your Treasures bright, Your Fools You’ll also treasure.

from The God's Gardeners Oral Hymnbook from Margaret Atwoods'  Year of the Flood