To Be a God

How it must feel
To be like a God
Knowing each step
My feet have trod
To hold in your hands
The keys to a life
To unlock hope
Or hold in strife
How it must feel
To be the master
Directing a destiny
To joy or disaster
To be the one
To control a fate
Are you my keeper?
Or are you my mate?
Is there hope?
Is there joy?
Is there peace
That none can destroy?
Oh! How it must feel
To be as a God
To be feared and wondered
And greatly awed.