Sovereignty above all else, God claims not

as if to dwell above the universe

allowing us to cringe, to grovel; worse

think subservience our appointed lot.

God deems us partners in God’s every work

not seeming so, according to our whim.

Should we not sing our part then there’s no hymn;

God growls the bass if we should choose to shirk

or shrieks the treble, (proper to God’s sex).

God’s not equipped to sing the song alone;

like second fiddle plays a modest tone;

God all alone’s a sound to jar, to vex.

Without us, the heavenly plan’s a bust!

without the God, our everything is dust.