As a Father Should

I Corinthians 13:11
When I was a child I spoke like a child
I understood as a child, I thought like a child
When shall I know just as I am known

As a Father Should

Looking in the mirror I see a form
A window to my soul, divided and torn
An infinite space longing to be defined
My heart, soul, and mind waiting to be primed
What is this form I see?
What I see is not what I long to be
An unfinished project if you will
(Patience my soul, sit and be still)
Yearning for an image of your indelible grace
In Your Holy presence I have no Place
You are my Father, and my childish ways you spurn
How I stray and from you turn
But, In my heart you've forever burned
An image of perfection, in Christ, I've learned
This I want and this I strive for
You've given me this perfect love and plenty more
Though I your child question "why"
You are watching and standing by my side
You give me just enough, and all I need
But my sinful flesh is always in greed
My pride longs to be independent and to know all
If this continues any more I will stumble and fall
For when I fall its for my good
But you are there and still love me, as a father should