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!”