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Robert Harrison
Guest
OH, MY FATHER
OH! IF THERE WERE ANY WAY OF SAYNG I’M SORRY, THEN I WOULD.
IF THERE WAS ANY WAY A SAYING THAT I LOVE YOU, OH I WISH I COULD.
IS THERE WERE ANY WAY THAT YOU COULD HEAR, CAN YOU FIND A WAY?
FOR THERE IS MUCH I HAVE ON MY MIND THAT I SO MUCH WISH TO SAY.
TO MY SHAME I NEVER REALLY GOT TO KNOW YOU WHEN YOU WERE HERE.
AND I NOW HAVE MISSED THE OPORTUNITY FOR YOU ARE NO LONGER NEAR.
YOU PAST FROM THIS LIFE WHILE I CRADLED YOU IN MY TREMBLING ARMS,
HAVING GAINED COMFORT KNOWING YOU WERE FREE FROM ALL EARTHLY HARMS.
(BUT IT WAS NOT ENOUGH)
AS YOUR LAST BREATHE LEFT YOU, I LAYED YOUR HEAD UPON YOUR PILLOW.
I LOOKED AT YOUR RELAXED FORM, LIKE THAT OF YOUR FAVOURED WILLOW.
ALL PAIN, ALL SORROW, ALL ANGUISH, ALL NOW GONE,
BUT MY FATHER, YOU LEFT BEHIND A SORROWING ONE.
I REMEMBER THINGS THAT I WISHED I HAD SAID, WHILE YOU WERE THERE
BUT THE FOLLIES OF YOUTH NOW CAUSE THINGS UNSEAD HARD TO BEAR.
NOW IN OLD AGE I LOOK FORWARD TO A TIME WHEN IN OUR LORD’S KINGDOM
YOU WILL LOOK AT ME, AND IN YOUR LOVING ARMS SAY, WECOME HOME MY SON.
I HOPE THAT IT WILL NOT BE TO LATE TO SPEAK ALL OF THOSE WORDS UNSAID,
WHEN YOU TAKE ME IN YOUR ARMS, AND PLACE A KISS UPON MY TORMENTED HEAD.
I SHALL CRY TEARS OF JOY, KNOWING THAT IN FATHERS KINGDOM IS HAPPINESS,
AND TO ALL WHO ARE REPENTANT, THEY, LIKE I, MAY ALWAYS FIND FORGIVNESS.
(DAD, I AM SORRY, OH SO SORRY.)
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OH! IF THERE WERE ANY WAY OF SAYNG I’M SORRY, THEN I WOULD.
IF THERE WAS ANY WAY A SAYING THAT I LOVE YOU, OH I WISH I COULD.
IS THERE WERE ANY WAY THAT YOU COULD HEAR, CAN YOU FIND A WAY?
FOR THERE IS MUCH I HAVE ON MY MIND THAT I SO MUCH WISH TO SAY.
TO MY SHAME I NEVER REALLY GOT TO KNOW YOU WHEN YOU WERE HERE.
AND I NOW HAVE MISSED THE OPORTUNITY FOR YOU ARE NO LONGER NEAR.
YOU PAST FROM THIS LIFE WHILE I CRADLED YOU IN MY TREMBLING ARMS,
HAVING GAINED COMFORT KNOWING YOU WERE FREE FROM ALL EARTHLY HARMS.
(BUT IT WAS NOT ENOUGH)
AS YOUR LAST BREATHE LEFT YOU, I LAYED YOUR HEAD UPON YOUR PILLOW.
I LOOKED AT YOUR RELAXED FORM, LIKE THAT OF YOUR FAVOURED WILLOW.
ALL PAIN, ALL SORROW, ALL ANGUISH, ALL NOW GONE,
BUT MY FATHER, YOU LEFT BEHIND A SORROWING ONE.
I REMEMBER THINGS THAT I WISHED I HAD SAID, WHILE YOU WERE THERE
BUT THE FOLLIES OF YOUTH NOW CAUSE THINGS UNSEAD HARD TO BEAR.
NOW IN OLD AGE I LOOK FORWARD TO A TIME WHEN IN OUR LORD’S KINGDOM
YOU WILL LOOK AT ME, AND IN YOUR LOVING ARMS SAY, WECOME HOME MY SON.
I HOPE THAT IT WILL NOT BE TO LATE TO SPEAK ALL OF THOSE WORDS UNSAID,
WHEN YOU TAKE ME IN YOUR ARMS, AND PLACE A KISS UPON MY TORMENTED HEAD.
I SHALL CRY TEARS OF JOY, KNOWING THAT IN FATHERS KINGDOM IS HAPPINESS,
AND TO ALL WHO ARE REPENTANT, THEY, LIKE I, MAY ALWAYS FIND FORGIVNESS.
(DAD, I AM SORRY, OH SO SORRY.)
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