A reflection on the Hebrew name for God.
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.