1
Clear my name, God; I've kept an honest shop. I've thrown in my lot with you, God, and I'm not budging.
2
Examine me, God, from head to foot, order your battery of tests. Make sure I'm fit inside and out
3
So I never lose sight of your love, But keep in step with you, never missing a beat.
4
I don't hang out with tricksters, I don't pal around with thugs;
5
I hate that pack of gangsters, I don't deal with double-dealers.
6
I scrub my hands with purest soap, then join hands with the others in the great circle, dancing around your altar, God,
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Singing God-songs at the top of my lungs, telling God-stories.
8
God, I love living with you; your house glows with your glory.
9
When it's time for spring cleaning, don't sweep me out with the quacks and crooks,
10
Men with bags of dirty tricks, women with purses stuffed with bribe-money.
11
You know I've been aboveboard with you; now be aboveboard with me.