YHWH

Written to the tune of "Be Thou My Vision."

I, the only wellspring of identity,
Attest that all life is naught without me.
In every soul that looks upon all I have made,
My name is written, and it shall never fade.

AM I to be scorned by the souls I have made?
Are my words not to be heard and obeyed?
All I have asked of mankind, though painful it be,
Is to bring joy to life, which as yet, man can't see.

WHO but I knows how my worlds shall be saved?
Your strength is not enough, though you be brave.
I topple kings and empires and scatter their goals,
But still, my greatest joy is to heal broken souls.

I fear not your armies, your powers, your thrones;
Vengeance and pow'r are Mine and Mine alone.
I am a jealous Father, a Master, a Friend;
I long to soothe your wounds, would your heart only bend.

AM I such a dark one that you'd fear My name?
I called you to me, but so few souls came.
Fear not to call upon me, for your pain is mine.
Listen and seek My voice; I bring respite divine.