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Edgar Guest - My Religion
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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.
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