A father loves his daughters and sons;
very different from anyone else;
we’re filled with love for each one;
for they are each a part of ourself.
Anything their actions may amount to;
we’ll not, to anger, be driven;
no matter whatever they ever do;
eventually, they’ll be forgiven.
We are responsible for all they do;
and everything they ever become;
for they are a part of me and you;
altogether we all are one.
On such love we’ll always rely;
no matter the path they might choose;
to all their misdeeds, we will reply;
for we won’t allow them to lose.
And the Father of all, is much the same;
for it’s in His image, we’re made;
He’s always willing to shoulder all blame;
and pay the price to be paid.
Love is the paintbrush for all creation;
and the Artist works till completed;
from love’s power; there’s no deviation;
and no children are ever deleted.
Merging us with each daughter and son;
to become what we’re destined to be;
combining us, all together as One;
throughout all eternity.