Il Padre

He has walked the pit
Wrapped in midnights cloak
He has saved the youth
The pain of growing old

He herds lambs to sit
A cruel shepherds joke
Adept to hide the truth
Inside robes of gold

He shines in the darkness
I have seen his light
He ordered me regardless
To leave his loving side

Inside no one is harmless
I’m guided by his sight
Sheltered from the heartless
Beneath his wings I hide