The Father
As a child I loved you,
And wanted you to know.
I needed your approval ,
As I began to grow.
You showed me bouts of kindness,
But your heart was dark and cold.
I just wanted you to notice ,
That I was growing old.
My innocence was stolen,
As I witnessed violent hands.
My heart began to harden.
I thought, "No-one understands."
I just wanted to cry out, "Daddy,
Can't you see what you have done?"
"Why point your rage and anger,
At your precious own loved ones?"
I wanted you to love me,
Through all your bitter pain,
I wanted to feel proud of you,
Instead of all the shame.
But you couldn't love,
You never knew the gentle touch of one.
Who's loved you from your mothers womb,
And called you precious son.
I never thought I'd feel this way,
So tainted by another.
I never thought I'd come to God,
And know Him as my Father.
I don't cry out any longer.
For my Father loves me so.
He's watched me over many years,
And seen my children grow.
My hardened heart now soft with grace,
Remembers violent days.
Now understood and approved of God,
I follow in His ways.
I understand not all men hurt,
The object of their love.
My husband now a blessing,
From my Father up above.
Though innocence was stolen,
At the hand of violent rage,
I'm safer now and comforted,
By one who'll never change.
I needed your approval,
As I began to grow.
As a child I loved you.
I just wanted you to know.
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