My father the monarch of the universe.

Always seated on his throne, always present in his courtroom. He judges the affairs of men, and controls the direction of all cosmic force. A father who is always busy at work. Yet my father, has blessed me and my brothers with limitless access to his presence. He pleads  and craves to hear our voices. 

He is never to busy for us. Whenever we call he answers us. My father's presence, the more I go in, the more I look like him. Though we are as many as the sand on the seashore, he knows us by name. He keeps us secure, for he has given he soldiers charge over us. My father's love non can compare. Though I'm angry and won't speak to him, he never relents to show his love.