Creator
I gave you the flowers to show you I am the creator,
but instead you worshiped the flowers and not the creator.
I wanted to give you love but you chose sin.
I offered to cleanse your heart, but you were content with evil.
I wanted to give you joy but you said there is no such
thing.
I wanted to comfort you but you pushed me away.
I told you I would always be here for you, but you never searched for
me.
I hung to the tree and suffered the lowest death for you,
but you laughed and walked away.
I sent my children to you time and time again when you were in need of me. And you always refused me. In the end I wanted to heal you but your pride wouldn't let me. So now please don't look so surprised that me heart is breaking and tears fill my eyes.
I love you and I'm not the one who chose this for you.
I offered you eternal life. But you o' foolish you chose death. Depart
from me ye that work iniquity.