SEER from Olea by Amanda Winterhalter

SEER

He lies on a cold narrow bed in a blanket of sweat
He’s blind in the night, struck dumb in his tongue
He can’t say a word til the damage is done

What does a prophet believe? When he’s cut, does he bleed?
Does he pray for revenge, on his enemy’s head?
Does he trust that the father will give him his bread?

My son, it was necessary
We must suffer to see the glory

I’m commanded to go, so I must, to wander in dust
I feast on the dirt, in a desert of thirst
With spit in my eye, I see curse after curse

My son, it was necessary
We must suffer to see the glory

What do you have to regret? Live blameless, and yet,
Never know the silk of her skin, and the heat of a sin
Not knowing the light in the eyes of your kin

My son, it was necessary
We must suffer to see the glory

And could you choose the lesser of two? Could you live without love
Or be subject to whims that come from above?
Well, you don’t get to choose, ‘cause what’s done is done.

My son, it was necessary
We must suffer to see the glory

My son, it was necessary
We must suffer to see the glory

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

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