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.