He listens to their crying, He watches their tears. He smiles at the sound of their voices, He hates no noise. He sings to them as they drift off to sleep. He watches them laugh. Yet, He is not noticed by all. Constantly thrown aside, constantly torn. He wonders what has happened, why His children do not rejoice in the name of the Lord. He watches the days go by, He listens to their prayers.
He smiles at their successes. He laughs at their jokes. He cries with them as they break under society's watchful eye. He whispers sweet nothings as panic begins to rise. His love is unconditional. He yearns for their happiness. Not a day goes by, not a day shall pass, that He will break down, that He will fail. He waits for their presence, He waits for their words.
He welcomes them with open arms. His strength warms their hearts. His voice can move mountains. With one hand He creates, leaving little to imagine. He is love. He is hope. He is faith. He is power. He is God. He is their father. He is the world. He is the ocean, deep in depth, large in hope.
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My God, My Father, My Savior
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