Fear/God

Why does God wish me to fear him?
He does, you know, He says so.
His gunsels say so, too,
while His consiglieri oil the water...

I never feared my father;
he wouldn't wish me to.
I feel such love in his arms and his gaze,
I'd never chance the hurt I might see there...

I would not fear the arms that hold me;
wonder if a hand was raised in wrath or a caress.
I would not fear the hot blood of my lover,
nor make my home in the lion's den...

I would not fear my God, I say,
and so no god of mine be he.