When Father Died

I turned away the Lord, on father’s dying day
For all that I adored
He quickly took away

And that became the day, so overcome with pain
I shouted at the Lord
And cursed his name in vain

“What reason can you give for taking father’s breath?”
“I never will forgive”
“Not once before my death”

And so I traveled on, alone throughout my days
My Love for Him foregone
No reason to give praise

But though I did resist the feelings from before
Though father I had missed
My soul I missed much more

The way I used to feel it, burning deep inside
Before I lost the Love
Before my father died

Yet he is still alive, and he still watches me
In Heaven with the Lord
And always here with me

And that’s when I forgave, and Loving, did avow
Two fathers I had then
And two fathers I have now