While my faith hath not dwindled,

And yonder sun hath not set,

I cannot resume my duties as a Father of the church.

The vision hath dawned on me, one of the horizon, shining.

And to this I drank

To this I sang and danced

And because of this I am a sinner,

And because of this, I cannot ask for forgiveness

As it remains, I could not stand with the ideology of the church

And it is because of our lord.

If not to be put here, on this land between the heavens, for jubilation, then why? 

If the church cannot allow for joy, for glee, then does it not contradict our God Himself? 

And so, yes.

While my faith, stays, that in the Lord, I live fulfilled

And while the sun, hath not set until I yield my last breath, stays shining beyond the white clouds,

I cannot resume my duties as a father of the church

Because I can no longer be a father to our church.