Such a missed opportunity. Especially for harried parents. And church workers.
1 You, God, are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you,
all my skin longs for you,
in a dry and parched life
where there is no bathwater.
2 I have hoped for you in the bathroom
and beheld your promise of quiet and cleanliness.
3 Because your soap is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.
4 I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lather my hands.
5 I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of bath salts;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.
6 In my bathtub I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
7 Because you are my help,
I sing in the shower of your wings.
8 I cling to the guardrail;
your bathmat anchors me.
9 Those who want to interrupt me will be destroyed;
they will go down to the depths of the earth.
10 They will be given over to the lye soap
and become dry like dermal sandpaper.
11 But my skin will rejoice in God;
all who swear by God will glory in bubbles,
while the mouths of lye-ers will be silenced.
(Sorry in advance.)