1Clear my name, GOD; I've kept an honest shop. I've thrown in my lot with you, GOD, and I'm not budging.
2Examine me, GOD, from head to foot, order your battery of tests. Make sure I'm fit inside and out
3So I never lose sight of your love, But keep in step with you, never missing a beat.
4I don't hang out with tricksters, I don't pal around with thugs;
5I hate that pack of gangsters, I don't deal with double-dealers.
6I scrub my hands with purest soap, then join hands with the others in the great circle, dancing around your altar, GOD,
7Singing God-songs at the top of my lungs, telling God-stories.
8GOD, I love living with you; your house glows with your glory.
9When it's time for spring cleaning, don't sweep me out with the quacks and crooks,
10Men with bags of dirty tricks, women with purses stuffed with bribe-money.
11You know I've been aboveboard with you; now be aboveboard with me.
12I'm on the level with you, GOD; I bless you every chance I get.