I once believed in a God of Wrath,

that loved you based on what you do.

Salvation was given to those on the path

and was given to only a select few.

To earn the right to the blessed eternity,

or be a soul lost to the fire of hell.

A God who looked on you scornfully,

Whose anger erupted every time you fell.

He was supposed to be our heavenly father,

and mine, I could never please.

So, I gave up and asked, “Why bother?”

For my image of a father was one I could never appease.

I’m seeking change in the way I believe,

and to believe in a God who is loving and kind.

My fearful heart I am trying to relieve,

And find peace within my mind.

I was never accepted by my earthly dad.

I tried so hard to earn his love.

The look on his face always seemed mad.

His disappointment I could never rise above.

I am learning that is not what God is like.

That I always have his grace.

I am not always waiting for lightning to strike.

His unconditional love is always on his face.

The chains of a false image are breaking,

the truth shall set me free.

A new understanding of the path I am taking,

Believing in a God who has always accepted me.