Oh for a Son!
By the strength of Odin
It may be yet saved,
Fierce and wild have been
The battles I have faced.
But I’m still calling,
Waiting on a child,
The courage of a warrior,
And the wisdom of a sage.
Tell me oh mysterious
time,
When will this gift,
Finally be mine,
And shall I know divine?
How are the cards
Stacked against my
favour?
Is it the reward of
Disgraces of my past,
Or is it really more,
I failed another that
you’d asked?
Oh mighty universal
intention,
When will I discover,
The use of your
invention?
Aching breast, heavy in
woe,
Struggling to live at
peace,
With what I’ll never
know.
Have I not been tested,
Past the breaking point?
Could I not be allowed,
A son I could anoint?
Sins of the father,
Paid still by the son,
Was not my honour worthy
Enough to act upon?
Pain is in my waiting,
The bane of all mankind,
Wondering of what is
real,
And what is still to
find.
Legacy to what is good,
Pure and right and true,
Bless me father once
again,
This seed would err bless
you.
Hope on men be wasted,
If glory filled my soul,
The heir to my good
fortune,
Should carry on this
role.
Filling earth with peace
and love,
And sharing loving
kindness,
A son who shone the light
of love,
Could rid this world of
blindness…!
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