Father, Father: Sacred Poetry

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Trans Solar World Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

Father, Father

Father, Father, has he come?
To our poor house where the sum
Of our riches is the love
That we share in God above.

Father, Father is he here?
I can’t wait another year.
With the dawn I rise and pray
I might see his face today.

Father, Father if you die,
I will see you in the sky,
And if by chance I go first
That will be the very worst.

But I know when I am gone,
He will help you carry on,
Until that day he arrives,
Then in him our fortune thrives.

Father, Father, please have hope,
As you taught me, we can cope
With the poverty and pain,
For he said he’d come again.

Father, Father I can see
Him at last in front of me.
Close he holds me to his breast,
And there find I final rest.

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From the Like a Lamb collection.