He's Glad

The good news comes
And none is more elated
Than One you thought too stern
To share your joy.
You've hardly ever
Come to Him delighting
You couldn't hear Him
Utter "attaboy".
But He is Father
Words we use quite glibly
And He desires the best
To come your way
And all the while you've
Called Him hard Taskmaster
As if the dues
And sweats you had to pay.
So shape up
In your upwards estimation
And give to God the credit
That He's due
And know that He's behind
Each brilliant sunrise
And wills and speaks
The best to come to you.


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