My Name Is the Lord

I am the creator of the sun, the moon, the stars, and the earth

I am the reason you exist and why your mother went through childbirth

I created you in the image of me, with ears to hear, legs to walk, and eyes to see

But no matter whatever it is I do for you, you shut me out so much that even if I open up the gates of heaven, you still will refuse to come to me

Each and every one of you is a blessing for me that is heaven sent

I give you opportunity after opportunity, chance after chance, and you still won't repent

All you want to do is honor the so-called public faade of a man called Dollar Bill who makes you raise prices on medicine when people are ill

Scientists are trying to make me seem contradictory, trying to say that the earth was created from an idea called the Big Bang Theory

I made Moses save his people by parting the Red Sea

I wanted a creation who was perfect, so I created you in the image of me