The Father's Need

O' how I'm grieved when I look down below,
When I see all the sin and greed.
I wish that my children would realize
That altho I am God, I have need.

How many think as they rise from their bed,
To just look to me and say.
"Good morning , Father, thank you again,
I'm alive and it's a beautiful day".

But no, they just go on their selfish way;
Hating, cursing and such.
Shoving and clawing to get what they want,
Just forgetting the Father's touch.

Yes, I am grieved, for I gave my Son,
To die, so that man could be free.
The blood of My Son, was not wasted,
If man will just remember MY Need.


Copyright Clara Scarberry