Priest: Oh God you are so big.
Congregation: Oh God you are so big.
Priest: And huge.
Congregation: And huge.
Priest: And massive.
Congregation: Oh, yes.
Priest: And enormously large, so large it makes us look sooooo insignificant. We grovel, we fawn, we prostrate ourselves in front of you.
Congregation: We do, we do.
Priest: O Lord, ooh you are so big, so absolutely huge. Gosh we're all really impressed down here, I can tell you. Forgive us, O Lord, for this our dreadful toadying and barefaced flattery. But you are so strong and, well, just so super--fantastic. Amen."
Congregation (singing):
O Lord, please don't burn us.
Don't grill or toast Your flock.
Don't put us on the barbecue
Or simmer us in stock.
Don't braise or bake or boil us
Or stir-fry us in a wok.
Oh, please don't lightly poach us
Or baste us with hot fat.
Don't fricassee or roast us
Or boil us in a vat,
And please don't stick Thy servants, Lord,
In a Rotissomat.