Oh, Father, where’s the Messenger?
I can endure not one day more.
They promised me the Messenger
Was knocking at the door.
His gentle words transfixed me,
And bore up the hearts of men.
He said I only need believe,
To be guiltless once again.
His empathy beguiled my soul.
My faith he did endow.
He swore that he’d return someday.
Oh, how I need him now.
Oh, Father, where’s the Messenger
I’ve pinned my hopes upon?
“He’s come and gone!” My Father laughed.
“He’s, long since, come and gone!”
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Oh, Father, where’s the Messenger?
I can endure not one day more.
They promised me the Messenger
Was knocking at the door.
His gentle words transfixed me,
And bore up the hearts of men.
He said I only need believe,
To be guiltless once again.
His empathy beguiled my soul.
My faith he did endow.
He swore that he’d return someday.
Oh, how I need him now.
Oh, Father, where’s the Messenger
I’ve pinned my hopes upon?
“He’s come and gone!” My Father laughed.
“He’s, long since, come and gone!”
Yes, it's cynical. but it's an apostate's prayer, after all.
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