I Used to Be A God

I was too modest to admit it publicly But I knew I was God. What I wanted was right And I knew those who were righteous Or unrighteous By whether or not they did what I wanted. The good people praised me Honored me Believed whatever I spoke The evil ones did not. I intended to make my world happy If those in my world were obedient to my desires I rewarded them If they dissented I made them miserable. The only problem I had when I was God Was my competition Not from my fellow gods Who clamored and campaigned to assert their own deity But from the one who said "I AM THAT I AM." He claimed to be the Creator And Sustainer of the universe He claimed that though men might kill He had the power to raise from the dead At first I decided His claims were irrelevant Life is NOW Death is…? Like all claimants to godhood I lived with the fear that people Might discover that I was a phony After all, none of US created the universe! And as for rising from the dead I had to admit That I was afraid to be caught dead! I had to resign from being God I was forced by my conscience To renounce my claims of righteousness I had to turn to that One who proved He was the Creator By rising from the grave. Now that I am no longer God I can't give commandments But I do have some advice For those who might still think they are God. DON'T BE CAUGHT DEAD WITHOUT JESUS! Only He has the power over death. If you can't take my word for it Take His— 1 Corinthians, Chapter 15. — Moishe Rosen, Jews for Jesus