THE FATHER NEVER FORGETS HIS CHILD When no one saw me, You saw every tear. When silence surrounded me, Father, You were near. I carried my sorrow. I hid all my pain. But You gently whispered, “My child, speak my name.” You are His child. You are His child. You have always been loved. When my heart was broken, You gathered each piece. You held me in mercy. You covered me in peace. You never condemned me. You never turned away. You stayed through the darkness. You waited for the day. The day I would see What was always true. I was never forgotten. I was carried by You. Oh, the love of the Father. So gentle. So deep. He watches His children. Even while they weep. He knows every heartbeat. He hears every cry. He holds us in love When we cannot ask why. Oh, the love of the Father. It calls us His own. Wherever His Spirit lives, We are finally home. Finally home. Safe in His love. Finally home. You knew all my failures. Yet still called me near. You spoke through the darkness. Your love conquered fear. You gave us Your Spirit. You gave us Your Son. You opened Your heart And welcomed us home. I searched for acceptance In places so cold. But I found in Your presence A love that still holds. You did not abandon me. You did not let go. Even when I wandered, Your heart called me home. Oh, the love of the Father. So patient. So kind. He heals every memory That wounded the mind. He knows every heartbeat. He hears every cry. He holds us in love When we cannot ask why. Oh, the love of the Father. It calls us His own. Wherever His Spirit lives, We are finally home. If you feel forgotten, He still knows your name. If your heart is weary, His love has not changed. If everyone leaves you, The Father remains. He sits with His children And carries their pain. He remembers you. He remembers you. You were never unseen. Father, I have nothing To hide anymore. Your love found the child Who was crying behind the door. You opened Your arms. You welcomed me in. You called me Your child Again and again. Oh, the love of the Father. So faithful. So true. Before you could reach Him, His love reached for you. He gathers the broken. He strengthens the weak. He stays in the silence When words cannot speak. Oh, the love of the Father. It calls us His own. Wherever His Spirit lives, We are finally home. You are not forgotten. You are not alone. The Father is with you. His heart is your home. His child. His beloved. Forever held close. Nothing can separate you From the love of the Father.
