Praise me, says God, I will know that you love me.
Curse me, I will know that you love me.
Praise me or curse me,
I will know that you love me.
Sing out my graces, says God.
Raise your fist against me and revile, says God.
Sing my graces or revile.
Reviling is also praise, says God.
But if you sit fenced off in your apathy,
Entrenched in "I don't give a damn," says God,
If you look to the stars and yawn, says God,
If you see suffering and don't cry out,
If you don't praise and don't revile,
Then I created you in vain, says God.