The Fathers Love
The Love of my Creator
Un-describable by words
Un-addible by numbers
A force very undeserved

He fetches to the depth
To heal a empry soul
He reaches out his hand
Most likely to console

With smiles he braggs about me
With tears he feels my pain
With joy he loves to hug me
And remind of promises to gain

O How he always loves me
He speaks just too my heart
Even when I mess up
He gives me a fresh new start

The sorrow he always greaves
Whenever I turn away
He says "mabey he will see my gifts"
I'll try each and every day

We thank him when we eat
We thank him when we pray
But most of all the gift he gave
Such Love, that washes sins away
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