A Simple Profession of Faith

You think it odd
I worship a god
Of wrath, love and fear

I’ll tell you though
To him I owe
All that I hold dear

He is a friend
On whom I depend
And always stays quite near

When I need to talk
We simply walk
And he always lends and ear

And when I’m ill
Or don’t have the will
His presence is always here

No matter how old
Or what may unfold
He’ll be with me year after year

So don’t think it odd
I worship a god
Of wrath, love and fear

Because him I know
And in him I grow
And his love is always sincere