Worth More Than Gold

I get told that sometimes I'm a brat.

I get told I overreact.

I get told I lack a certain tact.

My talents are never quite exact

from what perfect others always protract.

From life's evenness, I get told I distract. 

My paintings are really rather abstract.

And my opinions sometimes

get mixed up with fact.

I find it's hard to keep my side

of the contract.

I often find myself getting sidetracked.

And when life gives a whack,

I fall down hard from the impact.

I get told I'm not all that special,

I'm worthless, broken, cracked.

But,  even as I slacked,

My father loves His special, wonderful,

rare artifact.

His law is enact.

His love for me will never detract.

He sees me for who I am,

He sees the tears I'm holding packed.

And He knows I can make it back.

I get told I'm not very bold.

But, He says

that I'm worth more than gold.