I think I might know

But probably not with 

This flawed and fleshly mind

Just a little bit

How my Father must truly feel

When He gives His heart

To His lost and broken children

Yet, they ignore His tender call

I have cried out to my children

And the ones that I love

To please get right with God

Don’t make the same awful mistakes

That I have made in my life

Going down plenty of sin-filled roads

Trails of disobedience covering me

With the dust of my own shame

Some they know about and some they don’t

None of which I am the least bit proud

So point your fingers at me if you must

And declare to the world my sins

Call me a hypocrite or a holier-than-thou

I really do not care what you think

Even though you remember my wrongs

My Father has forgiven every one of them

I have been covered by the precious blood

That flowed from redemption’s cleansing cross

You will not make me ashamed or afraid to say

That Jesus Christ is my Lord, my Savior, and my King

So I think I might know

In this imperfect mama’s heart

Just a little bit

Of how my Father must truly feel

For the hurt in my heart is caused today

 By the family that I love so very much

Yet the ones who ignore me the most!

That is why Jesus would say so long ago 

“Father forgive them; for they know not what they do!”