What the father lost or squandered
What started as a lark he said
His son would rescue and restore
Freely he would bring a freedom
His father could only imagine feeling
Watching over his son
And she is also watching
Because he is also her son
She who could comfort God
And know when to take his hand
Was she too close
And the father too distant
Except she knew how to let him go
How the goodness she had given him
Would only grow and grow
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