To the Father


Do you tire of me?
Your eyes must...
Every night abiding by my bedside
While I sleep undisturbed.
Do you tire of me?
Your feet must...
Running on the wings of eagles
To decimate all perils throughout the day.
Do you tire of me?
Your grace must...
Granting unto your beloved daily endowment
Only to be forgotten the next.
Do you tire of me?
Your mercy must...
Eternally forgiving my trespasses
Of which I've lost count.
Do you tire of me?
Your patience must...
Masking me with endless unconditional love,
Waiting for your portion to be returned.

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