One fine evening, all in the family
Sat around the table to have the super
Hay beloved! Is this?
Stop! Comes a hiss
It stops the voice in me, within me.
But the murmur is on, only I can hear it
And the one who listens to all
Hears me say "Oh Father! I am sorry"
For I spoke not to thee, but
To those that give not a deaf ear.
I can see the pain, I can see the grief
In those eyes that see my wounds bleeding
For they know the source that would heal.
The tears that roll from my eyes
wet my dry deserted silent soul
Oh Father! Thank you Father
For I see thee speaking to me.