He sure Loves His children, and wants to preserve them, of course; from all kinds of danger, from whatever source.
They are His beloved, it's True when I say; each one is precious, in a wonderful way.
Each child is different, yet, the Father is in; each precious child, and has always been.
He picks them up, whenever they fall; He hears their voice, whenever they call.
The things that they need, He always provides; His Love is eternal, and never subsides.
He wants His children, to be healthy and strong; and learn the difference, between right and wrong.
And if they stumble, and fall into sin; His goodness and Love, restores them again.
By stumbling they learn, the right way to go; and thus, they are taught, the things they must know.
Their Father feels, in Himself, the same things; that His children endure, even their pains.
Yet, He never leaves them, His Love is sweet and warm; He's eternally with them, through every trial and storm.
Throughout their lives, the Father has been there; to comfort His children, to keep in His care.
He's hardly noticed, by His children that much; but sometimes they're aware, of His Loving touch.
He's the unseen provider, and He cannot rest; until His children are home, happy and blest.
While they learn Wisdom, before they are done; He plays with His children, He enjoys their fun.
The tears that they cry, while they're cutting their teeth; touches His heart, He feels the same grief.
The tears that they cry, when they know they've done wrong; He catches in His hand, and with them makes a song.
And the Father Himself, sings the song of their tears; because He feels their sorrow, and He knows their fears.
The tears that they cry, when they feel all alone; brings back to His memory, the great solitude that He's known.
The tears that they cry, when their hearts have been broken; affects Him so much, words cannot be spoken.
Every single tear, from the brokenhearted eye; leaves a trail on His face, and makes His heart sigh.
He feels all their sadness, their worries He knows; He's acquainted with grief, their failures and woes.
Before He had children, He was the one and only; and being alone, surely was lonely.
Before he had children, before His first son; they existed within Him, spiritually one.
But in their due time, and generation; they were brought forth, to find their station.
Before He had built, His home bright and fair; no dwelling had He, for His children to share.
But now His bright home, expands every day; to make room for His children, as they come back to stay.
He's eternally contented, to stand in the background; and watch His dear children, as they play all around.
The Father has a plan, and knows everything; someday to His home, you He will bring.
Be patient and trust, in your Father so great; and remember He's protecting, and guarding your fate.