There is a desolate, quiet sadness
As hurt like this cares little for your age
It tires the soul as each Sunday you find
You must now try harder to hide your rage
Contempt-filled words and abhorrence-fueled fists
Were quiet and still in front of the world
Verses were quoted as bones were broken
A mother's defender? Her little girl.
I was raised to know about a Father
By one who never really seemed to see
All the lies. All the stories. All this hate.
Hypocrisy choking the life from me.
Though I lived years in a hellish nightmare
Each day I had to put on a fašade
The Truth one day revealed Itself to me -
You are my Father and You are my God.
Anger melted into sweet peacefulness
A heart that was torn apart became like new
Bitterness and brokenness, all swept away
I found a Father's Love revealed in You.
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