Huge, the Father who reaches to hold us,
wide spread the arms with which He'd enfold us,
heart as immense as the hugs He bestows,
enwreathing the face profusive love shows
contented children who know this embrace.
All of creation is growing in grace,
perfection's playground, where freedoms choose
actions, we pray, the Father enthuse.
Beware of poor choices, He has told us,
self-indulgence geometrically grows
and could engulf the entire human race...
Father smiles, all the fears reduce.
Abba, please lift me, whenever I fall;
reaffirm, reassure me, when I call.
--Baron Gooberacht von Hottzendog
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