Father wound

Father wound

by Joel Howard

It hit me last night as I sat and thought

Right before bed as I fought and fought

To find joy in loss and sorrow 

To find peace before tomorrow

We all have a Father wound

Each woman, each man

Each boy and girl

In the course of history

In the span of the world

Has a story left untold

We all have a Father wound

Maybe we were treated wrong

Maybe we were left untended

Maybe we sought the real

But only saw pretending

We wanted to be left alone

But someone overstepped

Or we longed for a home

But were abandoned and left

Last night as I sat

Last night as I thought

Right there before bed

O the wars I have fought

O the suffering I've done

Because someone's leader

Was not a good enough one

We all have a Father wound

Tender as can be

We're all gently whimpering

Until we can bring

Our sorrow to the King

The King of kings

The Father of all 

Who takes all our scars

And blemishes do fall

When we before Him

Find a peace

Find a home

He holds the key

And He alone

Where is our father? 

Where is our friend? 

Where is our giver? 

When will striving end? 

I submit today

As others have told me 'fore

Not until we meet our Master

Our King and our Lord

Who Shepherds the best

Who alone can befriend

Friend, only then

Will we know our Father

The Surgeon of surgeons

Who 'neath all pain goes

Who's been there before

Who all sorrow knows

He is the one

When all is done

Invites us to come

Saying, "Well done, son, 

Daughter, friend, 

Come home again!" 

This Father-wound

This God-sized hole

Is what makes or breaks

The freedom of each soul

Have we a friend 

So faithful and true? 

Invite Him in, friend

So now you do!