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A Parent's Love


Heís been awake
for two hours now
He wants to play 
I do too
but not at two in the morning
Alone
he kicks and screams
in his crib 
wanting his father
and not wanting sleep
He cries as if to say
    Father, why hast thou forsaken me?
O child
I have not forsaken you
If I could 
I would hold you
in my arms for eternity
keep you shielded from the world
from all the pain and suffering it brings
But you would never learn
never be able to stand
on your own
I must let you cry
but while you cry
I shed tears with you
and slowly 
I begin to understand
our Fatherís love 
as He let His Son hang
from that wooden cross
bleeding 
crying and calling
    Father, why hast thou forsaken me?
not knowing His Father was right there
weeping
weeping as he suffered
with His Son



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