The broken hollow vessels of those who bear your name
They say that they’re our father, but they do it to their shame
The lie that You are like them it needs to pass away
For greater still are You than any father of our day
Your greatness has no equal for You cover us with Your wing
Beloved as Your children with joy over us you sing
A father is a title we give to those who sire
You, O Lord are so much more You crown us with desire
Why take their words as gospel their life ruined by the fall
The way they live is rueful how can they share this name at all?
The Father pure and holy, perfect in His love
No snake or stone for children only manna from above
When a father acts just awful it’s not a blemish on Your name
It merely points to darkness and our need for God to save
The names they call are hurtful and they lack a heavenly grace
But we’re the child of God Almighty with a joy upon His face
We are heirs of a Kingdom the children of Holy God
No earthly father can tarnish that with word, or hand, or rod
Your yoke and burden are easy, and our cares intended to be light
For You O Lord rule over all both the wrong and the right
And treasure this one announcement fully covered with Christ’s blood
The only words that matter are those of our Father God.
His voice all filled with kindness a playfulness not to tease
You are my beloved child in whom I am well pleased.
“The Lord appeared to him from afar, saying, ‘I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore I have drawn you with loving kindness.’” Jeremiah 31:3
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