Happy To Live
Joyeux de vivre is all he was, never knowing
Fateful times, duty and love always glowing
But deep inside the wicked times caught up
Showing the fight was not within, fraught
Father can you hear me?
Love for country and love of gold
Never amounted to love foretold
He wandered inside and out
Freedom from himself, please, he did shout!
Father can you hear me?
I'll help rebuild it for you, with a smile on his face
He ran off into the woods singing without a trace
His things gone, his face bloody and body beaten
How long since he had eaten? He danced...
Father can you hear me?
Then on his calling of suffering he took it gladly
Madly some would say, others and brothers looked on sadly
But he was happy, and God blessed his love and loyalty;
In darkest times he wrote his canticle and kissed a dove
Nature heard him
Father heard him
Miracles and good are all around, even from local drunks in town
Never forget the story of his joy and fervor to the lord's own
May God come and snatch out the rot from within
Evil cast aside by men like this, free from all sins
Hear him
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2011
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