Not Satisfied with being loved by God

I wish I wrote this song, because it speaks directly from and to my heart. It is the song of one unsatisfied by God, and the brokenness that results from faithless harlotry and the final question, “God will you still accept me?”

If you could love me as a wife
and for my wedding gift, your life.
Should that be all I’d ever need
or is there more I’m looking for

and should I read between the lines
and look for blessings in disguise
To make me handsome, rich, and wise
Is that really what you want

I am a whore I do confess
but I put you on just like a wedding dress
and I run down the aisle
and I run down the aisle
I’m a prodigal with no way home
but I put you on just like a ring of gold
and I run down the aisle to you

So could you love this bastard child
Though I don’t trust you to provide
With one hand in a pot of gold
and with the other in your side

I am so easily satisfied
by the call of lovers so less wild
That I would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood

Because money cannot buy
a husband’s jealous eye
When you have knowingly deceived his wife

-Wedding Dress by Derek Webb