I made myself a god to love.
His attributes seemed good to me.
There were no irksome rules to bear,
No limits I could see.

His thought was for my happiness,
And at those times that I'd confide
How badly others treated me,
He always took my side.

As day by day I said my prayers,
I had no doubt that he would hear.
I heard a voice within me say,
"I want what you want, Dear!"

Then painful troubles came my way
And problems that I could not face.
When I looked for my god to help,
I could not find a trace.

I'd made myself a god to love..
How foolish could my poor soul be?
I had not served the one true God;
Instead, I'd worshipped me.