All My Father's Art In Heaven Poem by Donna Secrest

All My Father's Art In Heaven



He raises his voice to me
Corrects me constantly
He puts guilt on my heart
Even tho I try to do my part
Excuses' I have many
He doesn't have any
Why? you ask would I love him so?
What other kind of love would a Father show?

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