And My Father Will Answer

Unshackled from all that holds back
Released from control subversive
Diverted from a fate of damnation
And yet still denied
The longings of an innocent heart
The desires of a lonely soul

Some having all and failing to see
Some seeing, yet holding back with reason

All modelled fashioned by hands
That know the pain of rusted iron
Crafting each so carefully

Bringing each to perfection
For His own Glory