Oh father, my father, how I have lost my way.
My father, my father, how I’ve broken the wings of my own soul.
My heart bruised beyond recognition,
My mind disturbed, filled with confliction from my afflictions.
Wounds that never healed, mask me.
They rack my body with heaving sobs,
Begging for a salve,
Pleading for redemption,
I sing repetitive song, in hopes of excavation
Of the former me,
This latter me; is tattered, battered with frayed edges
Standing on a ledge
Screaming, FATHER, MY FATHER!
Turn your eyes away from my
Iniquities and remember them no more,
They have turned me against you, they have burned me,
They have broken me
OH FATHER, MY FATHER! PLEASE!
Forgive me, my heart’s desire is to be clean
Purposed for the Master again.
This fire is not a purifying one,
But one that is destruction of my eternal life.
The gates of hell, have opened to me
FATHER, MY FATHER
Abandon me not to my own demise
The dimness of my light is my own doing
This I confess,
I sought my own way and it destroyed me
Bitter and anger, deep brokenness only YOU can repair
My dreams lay bare to me, without form
The cry of the broken is always
Forsake me not, FATHER, MY FATHER