P: God speaks: “Once I had children, and I cared for their every need.
But can you imagine this, they disowned me and ran away!
L: A dog would never bite the hand that feeds him, but not my children!
No, they left home and never looked back!
P: It’s the funniest thing, though. They’re not doing too well on their own.
They kill each other. A lot of them are poor. They fight stupid wars.
They’re greedy. They’ll do anything for money but they aren't happy.
L: And then they have the audacity to complain to me! Why aren’t you listening?
We send up our prayers. We go to church. Why don’t you help us?
P: Why don’t I help you! It’s all lip service!
Your pious prayers are like putting a tiny band-aid on a gaping wound.
You’re wrecking lives as fast as you can and your hands are bloody!
L: To be frank, I can’t stand your prayers. I shut my ears to your drippy music.
Please don’t hold another meeting! Just do what I taught you in the first place:
create justice; help the poor; house the homeless; stop the violence!
P: If you really want help, come back to me. Sit down and let’s talk this out.
Even if your sins are blood-red, I’ll make them white as snow.
L: If you keep my commandments – really keep them – you’ll thrive in every way.
But if you go down the path that you’re on now, you’ll die like fools.”