Father, Father, Father…

In the waste of time,
Seeds of chaff are sown.
Without reason or rhyme,
I ache in my soul.

Father, Father, Father where did you go?
Father, Father, Father where did you go?

You said you’ll never leave,
Yet I smolder like coal.
I thought I’d never leave you,
but I can’t find your fold.

Oh Father, Father, Father return to me.
Father, Father, Father return to me.

Strangled by thorns,
I try to make myself grow.
Until your Spirit blows,
I’ll remain in my scorn.

Father, Father, Father, Hurry! Come Soon.
Father, Father, Father, Hurry! Come Soon.

I cannot tell if I’m calm
or merry on these vines.
While grafted in a balm,
My thistles are dyin’.

Father, Father, Father are you near me?
Father, Father, Father are you near me?

Everything I had was worth the cost
to keep you from straying lost.
All young and never old,
You look finer than gold.

My son, my son, my son well done to you.
My son, my son, my son well done to you.

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