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;
Today we own ourselves Your Fools,
And celebrate by playing.
We make a full acknowledgement
Of all in us that’s vain –
Our petty strifes and tiny woes,
Our self-inflicted pain.
At April Fish we jest and sing
And laugh with childish glee;
We puncture pomp and puffed-up pride,
And smile at all we see.
Your starry World’s beyond our thought,
And wondrous without measure;
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