For the Life of Me
By: Trivette Lover Heather
For the Father, SONG FIC
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God, for the life of me
I don't why
We hurt each other in…the name of what is right.
Oh, what we think is right.
As the priest saw the burnt body before him, he was overtaken and fell to his knees.
"Father…get up from there, you're in the way." A voice yelled from above him. He arose quickly and with eyes fixated on the child, he followed into surgery.
It didn't happen often, but often enough.
Casualties from a fire. Gasoline…ammunition…combustion.
Burnt bodies. Burnt flesh. Black.
God, for the life of me
I don't understand
Echoes every day of Mans inhumanity to man
Mans inhumanity to man
As he peered over the doctors shoulders to see the child once again, he did not fall to his knees, but his feet raced him out the door, to vomit.
"Just let it out Father, it'll be alright."
Someone had said to him in passing.
His heart screamed. "No it won't! It won't be alright! Look at those bodies…those kids! Alright? How will it be alright?!"
As he wiped his mouth, he retreated back into the OR. Someone may need me.
"Last rights here Father." A tall man exclaimed behind his mask. "Table free here."
How quickly the soul is dismissed. Next body. There isn't time for reflection, remorse, sorrow. Next body.
There's a river of sorrow running through my heart.
Through the long night I will follow
The glimmer in the dark
Lord you are the human spark.
As the priest finished the last rights outside the corridor, he returned for a second time. Someone may need me.
"Losing this one…Father a little cross action."
He raced over, trying not to get in the way, and came face to face with the soldier, and began his pleading.
His first days in Korea, It didn't start as pleading, only standard prayers he'd known, committed to memory. But it slowly went from vain repetition to imploring His God. A heart wrenching, all out plead.
He opened his eyes to see the patient being rolled away.
"Double header Father."
The Doctor read the priest's eyes. "Don't ask me why Father, ask your boss."
God for the life of me
I cannot explain
How people born of love
Lose their way to hate
There's got to be a better way
A second time he found himself in the corridor administering the last rights. He covered the soldier up tighter and opened the doors for a third time. Someone must need me.
The siege ended within hours. Not many were saved. The doctors sulked out of the operating room but the priest stood patiently.
"Prayers have been answered Father, it's over, you can go."
The Father looked up. "Right"
"I know you did a lot today…a busy few hours…go to your tent and relax. There was little any of us could really do."
The priest nodded.
In his tent, he took a seat, gazing at a print his sister had sent him, with the many names of Jesus displayed on it. Deliverer, Healer, Savior.
He shook his head. "Where are you Lord? I need you."
"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see." (Hebrews 11:1)
Morning came and night fell. And a certain mans faith that day in Korea, became stronger.
There's a river of sorrow running through my heart.
Through the long night I will follow
The glimmer in the dark
Lord you are the human spark.
END
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Song rights: Michael W. Smith, CD TITLE: Healing Rain