They make mistakes and they make me mad;
they disappoint and they do some bad.
They whine, complain, neglect to obey;
they struggle over the things I say.
They forget, deny, and break the rules;
they scream, they cry, and they act like fools.
They sadden, they grieve, and break my heart;
they distort and take my things apart.
They fight and fail to love each other;
they compete, hit, and hurt one another.
They forget the good and bemoan the hard;
they deny, debate, and disregard.
They are selfish, needy, broken, and flawed;
they live their life like their own little god.
They want, they seek, and pursue their plans;
they are good at being their own best fans.
They see, they want, and demand their stuff;
they moan and grumble when it’s not enough.
These children of mine are a window to me;
they remind me of God and what He must see.
When He looks at me from His holy seat–
loving me still through my incomplete.
These children of mine are a window to me
of how deep and strong is God’s love for me.