When he cries, I hold him close.
When he’s too tired to walk, I pick him up.
When he’s hungry, I feed him.
When tears fall from being hurt, I rock him.
When he giggles, I smile.
Because I am his mother.
When I cry, He comforts me.
When I fail, He forgives me.
When I pray, He hears me.
When I read His word, He speaks to me.
When I worship, He draws near.
Because He is my father.
amanda t dodson 
beautiful and true
so tender…
Yes. Being a parent gives us the smallest glimpse of God’s love for us.
so true…beauty in words. thanks.
Don’t you just love how God uses our children to draw the parallel… and yet His love is so superior to what we can give.
I love the simplicity yet deep truth of this message.