I feel God is often seen as a parent,  
A perfect Father, steadfast and true.  
Like my mother, she disciplined me,  
In times of wrong and even when not.

But unlike her, God never turned away,  
He never shut me out or left me alone.  
No harsh words like, "You asked for this,"  
Or, "That's what you deserve."  
No labels of "bad child" or "crazy,"  
Nor whispers of, "I never wanted you."

I can't equate God to my mother;  
She's anything but divine.  
Yet in my heart, I love and care,  
She did her best, and I hold no blame.  
For the childhood she gave, I am thankful.

At my lowest, I found my heavenly Father,  
A guiding presence, endlessly loving,  
The parent I always longed for.