The Curse of Knowing

Secrets are made to absolve
 The truth can be worse than the lie
 The unknown seems inconsequential
 When faced with incomprehensible things
 A father can seem as the thunder
 Or a shepherd wielding a sling
 He can raise a child in virtues
 Or deprive them of all in their prime
 In the formative years of election
 When it's said angels minister to their tears
 He can unleash a torrent of hailstones
 Or vanish in the midst of the dawn
 A mother can seem like rain falling
 On a land in thirst of her love
  A healer of wounds and a teacher
 Who can snap the breath from the lungs
 She can despise a child for reminding,
 Her of the role inequality plays
 Destroying her dreams for a husband
 Who can seem like the fires of hell
 You believe that your faith,
 Is devout to impossible things
 Then you learn there have been great omissions
 Leaving you questioning faith, love and everything
 Alas! Secrets are made for discovering
 In an allotted and appointed time
 Like lightning in glory you'll wonder
 Why knowledge can be so unkind.