Dear Mr. God,

I'm writing you today
because it seems like lately I've forgotten how to pray.
I know I don't need this pen
but everybody likes to get a letter now & then.

I'm sorry for not writing more
cause I need you but it's hard to see
why anyone as big as you needs anything from me.
you know you're there, so how you been?

I'm all right but I can't lie
sometimes I feel like giving in.

Dear Mr. God
tell me do you ever cry
when we forget to thank you
for the good things in our life.

I know I can't always understand
why you do the things you do.
I know in the end
I get your touch
if I stand next to you
so here I am.

You're all I've got
in the end,
Dear Mr. God.

1 John 4:17-19
God is love. When we take up permanent residence in a life of love, we live in God and God lives in us. This way, love has the run of the house, becomes at home and mature in us, so that we're free of worry on Judgment Day—our standing in the world is identical with Christ's. There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life—fear of death, fear of judgment—is one not yet fully formed in love.

We, though, are going to love—love and be loved. First we were loved, now we love. He loved us first.