Oh, father, my father
How I yearn for your presence
How I toddle in your steps
No longer worthy of your presence
I dwelt in your house at dawn
But now in the dark and cold
My heart quivers and my bones quake
For having what I was not to take
Your call echoes across my soul
But I am muted by the light that lets me see
Lets me see my brother fall before your call
Oh, how I hated your praise
For that which draws my gaze these days
For your art that stays my heart
I pray I see my way
Before I end my start
My foes seem many
But with faith in thee
Those before, are soon behind me
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