God of All

I recall, when they were smaller,
Sometimes my children fought a lot.
They never came to blows, but still,
They said some things they hadn't ought.
I couldn't bear the angry words;
It broke my mother heart in two.
I had tried to teach them kindness
And love for one another too.

They soon outgrew their childish ways
And have become the best of friends;
But I remember how it hurt
When neither one would make amends.
Now I'm thinking of the Father,
Who loves each one of us from birth;
How it must be so heart rending,
The way we're acting here on Earth.

We not only scorn each other
With many hateful, scorching words;
We profess to claim his blessing
As each of us for battle girds.
As in the past I could not favor
One child over the other one;
God's big heart is simply breaking
At the horrific things we've done.

As we call on Him, remember
He loves us all the very same.
That we can't outgrow our hatred,
Should make us bow our heads in shame.

By:Joyce 02/08/03