All of us - righteous and sinners, br Born in prison, raised at the altar, br All of us are funny actors br In the theater of the Creator. br br The Lord sits on His throne, br Merrily follows the show. br Brightly on His sumptuous gown br Sparkles and golden stars glow. br br Oh, how easy and pleasant br Is the empyrean staging! br Mary the Virgin is content, br Finds the libretto engaging: br br - Hamlet? He has to be pallid. br Cain? He should be audacious… br Audience takes in angelic br Shiny victorious trumpets. br br God leaning forward is watching, br He is caught up in the drama… br Pity if Cain is crying, br Hamlet will have blissful moments! br br That goes against His intentions! br To avoid deviations, br God will entrust the production br Into Pain's hands, a deaf titan. br br Now the pain’s shooting higher br Cunningly webbing and freely, br Those who choose to retire, br Are castigated severely. br br Tortures grow out of proportion br Fear and dismay - even greater; br What if continues His celebration br In the theater of the Creator.