Truly a jealous God am I
Creator Lord of all
Always living, never can die
At no one's beck and call
My knee to none will ever bend
Nothing's greater than me
With neither beginning or end
Nothing existed but me
Omnipotent, ever always
Omnipresent always I'll be
Though no living soul's seen my face
Faith can my presence see
I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere
Nothing escapes my eyes
The breath you breathe, alone I share
Your laughter and your sighs
Know well, my child, I'm testing you
Throughout your time on earth
Regarding thoughts, words, all things you do
Since bringing you to birth
Should I not my child, be jealous?
When false gods children seek
For love, should I not be zealous
Would that be fair critique?
Regarding troubles, joy each pain
Unable to foresee
Would you wish to be born again?
To dwell always with me
For you! my love is none ending
Eternal, I've all to give
Without being condescending
Truly you'll love to live.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem