You Don't Love Me

If God showed you that I was worth more money than your dreams could birth.
You would love me.
If God showed you my fields ripe for picking, juice dripping sweet for licking.
You would love me.
If God gave you a view of all the things I could do for you.
You would love me
If God supplanted all your fears showing you my hurting tears
You would love me.


Since God has left me behind the veil, you defame my name and condemn me to hell.  You encircle yourself with friends and lie, they then believe without asking why.  And I can tell when my name has been on your lips by the way they snap their heads and purse their lips.  I am nothing to you so I am nothing to them, and they reject me until you meet with Him.  He tells shows you what folly you have made and now I'm made in the shade.


But you don't love me.