Milow - The Priest (Audio Only) video free download

Taken from the album MILOW (2009)

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LYRICS

I'm Peter Vanderhoelt, I'm 68 years old

My doubts and questions have increased

In forty-two years of being a priest

I'm at the end of my life

I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive

I often don't know what to say

When I talk to Him, when I pray

In reply I receive only silence, no relief

I've waited in vain for a little advice

From that great voice in the ethereal skies

Once I was a revolutionary

A devoted mercenary

A gifted student in God's hands

Now I'm old and sick of his demands

I tried to be honest and good

Did my job the best I could

But I always stayed that average man right in the spot where I began

During the grief with which I've dealt

It's been three decades since I've felt

The certainty I so adored

About the existence of the Lord

I've seen enough, that's why I know

God left this place a long long time ago

I've given to my parish

Things I don't have myself, but cherish

Namely love and charity

Mostly purpose, that's what sets you free

So I'm where the metaphors

Are not comforting anymore

I think I'm almost done with my search

I got old so fast here in my church

It feels as if I'm kept out

Of some sort of secret about

The meaning of life

Sometimes I can't fail to notice

These are mediocre times

I've seen enough that's why I know

God left this place a long long time ago

Time has made me good at one thing

And horrible at everything else

The blessings of the world divine

Were always elsewhere, were never mine

Oh I would like to hold someone

Briefly, maybe have some fun

But my body's oddly designed

So I'm not really the hugging kind

Not once has there been

Someone with a softer skin

Who reached out for me

In the middle of the night

Across my old lumpy mattress

When I turn on the light

I think I've been miscast

The time of saints is past

My faith is weak, last but not least

After forty-two years of being a priest

The church is like a woman

A thing out of reach, like a vision

She glimmers in the distance

To which I could never quite get

Now I am left here with my regret

I've seen enough that's why I know

God left this place a long long time ago

I've seen enough that's why I know

God left this place a long long time ago

It's my portion, it's my cup

It's my portion, it's my cup