My Father's Eyes

I am not an accident.

I'm no feeble-minded

Accidental mistake.

I am special, individual

I carry a stamp of approval

From my Father.

I am a child.

I will always be a child

In my Father's eyes.

No matter what mistakes I make.

How many times I strike-out

At Tee Ball

He will put the ball back.

And tell me, "Try again."

I am a custom, one-of-a-kind,

Life-sized creation of my Father.

He knows me.

He loves me.

I know Him.

I love Him.

It's no matter how many times

I fall off trying to learn

To ride a bicycle

He will catch me,

And tell me, "Try again."

In His eyes

In His all-knowing eyes

I can see myself.

I can find my future.

Whatever that future might be.

My Father's eyes will be

Watching me.

If I strike-out

I know to put the ball back

And try again.

If I fall down

I know to catch myself

And try again.

I've learned so much

From my Father's eyes.

I've learned He loves me.

I've learned He cares.

And, yet, I have

So much more to learn from

My Father's Eyes.