Who You Are

O Lord, my God, Who do I think You are?
Though You are God, still can I call You friend?
That You're quick to forgive may seem bizarre,
or that You're slow to anger to the end.

For You indulge me, Lord, just like a child,
Yet You said like a child I should be,
No matter how I sin, You don't get riled,
I seize Your mercy offered me for free.

I take advantage of Your goodness, Lord,
You spoil me and too I spoil You,
because we are each others' best reward,
two lovers living up to what is true.

You know me, Lord, and then You love me so,
Who do I think You are? I think I know.

                                -- by Pete Voelz       4/10