Confession

Yes, even God confessed- we’re told,

By stating something rather bold.

“I am a jealous God,” He said…

So often quoted, seldom read.

But this just makes no sense to me…

A God consumed with jealousy-

What such a God must never do-

Is ever make the likes of you.

If worship is what God should get-

He must, by now, be quite upset.

For all the worship I can give-

Is yours as long as we shall live.

My confession, are there choices?

You are why my heart rejoices.

I can’t help this, all my love-

Is sent to you and not above.

If this wrong what can I say?

I find within no other way-

But I must plead with all my might-

What’s wrong must never feel this right.

So I confess here, right or wrong-

You make my life an endless song,

And maybe yet- the answer is-

That all our love is really His.

John H. Bidwell