Does God Feel This Way Too (A Poem)
I work hard to be a provider for them,
And, sometimes, just doing that is enough of a chore.
They may not have everything they want,
But, they have everything they need, and, perhaps, a little more.
Yet there's always something else they want.
What they have never seems to be enough.
It doesn't even matter
That they are already running out of room for their stuff.
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They also always seem to be fighting,
Even though there's really no reason why they shouldn't be getting along.
Sometimes we can't even prevent it
By sending them to different parts of our home.
There's days when they even seem to enjoy it,
Starting in with the first morning's light
And not letting up
Until they go to bed at night.
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And, why are their rooms always so messy?
Can't they take care of space that was given to them free of charge?
Maybe I could forgive it if they seemed to be making an effort.
But, each day, that mess seems so large.
Don't they realize it's their space?
Probably the only one they can call their own.
It's not like they have another room waiting for them
In some other mess-free zone.
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I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining.
After all, being a parent was my choice.
I just wish they would take a moment to pay attention to me
And listen to the wisdom in my voice.
I think about our Father in Heaven
And compare my life to it to the things He must go through.
Then, I can't help but wonder
"Does God feel this way too?"
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