The poem
God dwells in you; in pride and shame, In all you do to blight or bless; In all you are of praise and blame, In beauty or in ugliness. "Divine Creation" - What a fraud! God did not make you . . . You make God.
God lives in me, in all I feel Of love and hate, of joy and pain, Of grace and greed, or woe and weal, Of fear and cheer, of loss and gain: For good or evil I am He, Yea, saint or devil, One are we.
God fends and fights in each of us; His altars we, or bright or dim; So with no sacerdotal fuss But worthy act let's worship Him: Goodness is Godness - let us be Deserving of Divinity.
And of His presence be aware, And by our best His love express; A gentle word is like a prayer, A kindly act is holiness: Don't let God down; let Him prevail And write his AMEN to our tale.