Translating is always betraying. 9) His Name Is Andrew
David Ackles - His name is Andrew
His name is Andrew.
He works in a canning factory and has no friends. He has chosen to wait alone for his life to end.
When Andrew was just a boy, he knew the words to all the hymns by heart. He sang them on Sunday and then again on Monday. And in April and May.
And he heard those words repeated: God is love, God is love.
And he believed it.
This child was Andrew.
He had lived in a world of innocence, the lion bared its teeth at him, and he sang in the arms of God.
Then the wind hummed his song, and when Andrew became an adult at twenty-one, he drifted away from God, wondering what he had done.
Because he still sang his hymns every Sunday but then remained confused until Monday. There was silence in his head.
And jokingly he said: God redeems, God redeems.
And he believed it.
This man was Andrew.
Then a voice reached him that seemed full of calm, bringing him back to the arms of Grace. But he got lost in dark thickets, towards a nighttime place.
And when Andrew returned to love the light, he raised his voice again to sing in the night.
But the Sunday preacher had heard him singing on Monday and stopped him with a word.
And in the darkness, he heard a voice: God is dead, God is dead.
And he believed it.
My name is Andrew, and I work in a canning factory. I have no friends because I chose to wait alone for my life to end.
David Ackles - His name is Andrew
His name is Andrew.
He works in a canning factory and has no friends. He has chosen to wait alone for his life to end.
When Andrew was just a boy, he knew the words to all the hymns by heart. He sang them on Sunday and then again on Monday. And in April and May.
And he heard those words repeated: God is love, God is love.
And he believed it.
This child was Andrew.
He had lived in a world of innocence, the lion bared its teeth at him, and he sang in the arms of God.
Then the wind hummed his song, and when Andrew became an adult at twenty-one, he drifted away from God, wondering what he had done.
Because he still sang his hymns every Sunday but then remained confused until Monday. There was silence in his head.
And jokingly he said: God redeems, God redeems.
And he believed it.
This man was Andrew.
Then a voice reached him that seemed full of calm, bringing him back to the arms of Grace. But he got lost in dark thickets, towards a nighttime place.
And when Andrew returned to love the light, he raised his voice again to sing in the night.
But the Sunday preacher had heard him singing on Monday and stopped him with a word.
And in the darkness, he heard a voice: God is dead, God is dead.
And he believed it.
My name is Andrew, and I work in a canning factory. I have no friends because I chose to wait alone for my life to end.
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