My religion’s lovin’ God, who made us, one and all,
Who marks, no matter where it be, the humble sparrow’s fall;
An’ my religion’s servin’ Him the very best I can
By not despisin’ anything He made, especially man!
It’s lovin’ sky an’ earth an’ sun an’ birds an’ flowers an’ trees,
But lovin’ human beings more than any one of these.
I ain’t no hand at preachin’ an’ I can’t expound the creeds;
I fancy every fellow’s faith must satisfy his needs
Or he would hunt for something else. An’ I can’t tell the why
An’ wherefore of the doctrines deep– and what’s more I don’t try.
I reckon when this life is done and we can know His plan,
God won’t be hard on anyone who’s tried to be a man.
My religion doesn’t hinge on some one rite or word;
I hold that any honest prayer a mortal makes is heard;
To love a church is well enough, but some get cold with pride
An’ quite forget their fellowmen for whom the Saviour died;
I fancy he best worships God, when all is said an’ done,
Who tries to be, from day to day, a friend to everyone.
If God can mark the sparrow’s fall, I don’t believe He’ll fail
To notice us an’ how we act when doubts an’ fears assail;
I think He’ll hold what’s in our hearts above what’s in our creeds,
An’ judge all our religion here by our recorded deeds;
An’ since man is God’s greatest work since life on earth began,
He’ll get to Heaven, I believe, who helps his fellowman.