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O Father, Tell
What would You do, O Father, tell, If I should fade like fleeting mist? Would heaven break, would heavens swell, Or would my absence not exist? Would You still paint the dawn with fire, Though I no longer walk the day? Would You keep faith when hopes expire, Or let the light just slip away? Would You still whisper my lost name, When silence wraps my voice in stone? Or leave me buried in the flame, Alone, forgotten and unknown? Would You still hold the earth so wide, If none remained to see its face? Would it dissolve, a drifting tide, A dream dissolved without a place? Would You still wait, with patient heart, For one who’s vanished from Your sight? Or fall apart and fall apart, And sink into the endless night? What are You when the prayers are done, When holy walls begin to fall? Does silence hide the holy One, Or answer every broken call? Or am I freed, by death’s embrace, The spark that draws You close to me? And if You fade with my last grace— Did love exist? Or none to see?
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