They say you are a good man.

The holy father,

The creator of all.

The father,

Of which I am the child.

The healer of all,

Ones fate held in his hand.

They say he loves all,

Hates none,

Always forgiving,

Gently leading.

But…

When I fall, he does not offer his hand.

When I am lost, he does not guide me.

When I am alone and crying, he does not comfort me.

When I look for him, he does not show himself.

Instead,

When I fall, I pick myself up.

When I am lost, I find my own way.

When I am alone and crying, there is no comfort.

When I look for him, I see lies.

So forgive me,

If I do not praise my father,

When my father has never once met me.