The God Fearing Boy

by Fred Oakman

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They were crying dead poetic as the preacher burned his book and freed all of the witches from the curse of hopeful youth. It never means the same way as the first time it is done. Yet still I miss the way you’d kiss and hold me in the sun. They found your notebook safely packed into your suitcase tight. But you were nowhere near to be found and your brothers, they searched all night. And when that trade wind howls your name, that God Fearing Boy will free his soul with hopes to douse that flame.
He’s a big thinking boy with a home loving heart. With convictions that know no end to their start. He put himself through some trouble, himself through some pain. He fell in love with a good girl who wouldn’t learn his name. Well she turned up missing one night in the fall. And he went out searching, found nothing at all but a notebook and suitcase, a torn page that read “Don’t fear that which you don’t understand. We gotta do, what we gotta do, what we gotta do to get ahead.” He’s not just a God Fearing Boy, he’s scared of so much more than that. It’s sad when such a brilliant boy will let his fears hold him back.
It was a sleeping Sunday summer night, he found his lover on July the 4th. Oh the 4th. It was then that jogged his mind of when his mother used to comfort him from the fireworks. He spent the last few months hopping trains, hitching highways in the rain confused or just self conflicted. He found his lover in the grass under a bridge where cars would pass and go. Oh they’d go. Oh how they’d go. Oh they’d go. Oh how they’d go. But time stood still for both of them just long enough to take it in and know. That the fire in their eyes reflects the fire in that sky. The God Fearing Boy in awe, he swore he’d either met his God or something maybe bigger than them all. In the fire in that sky, much like the fire he held inside. The God Fearing Boy in awe, the girl she’d met Heaven’s love. Or something maybe bigger in her arms.
The ashes from the bible hit the ground. And just because those words did burn doesn’t mean that they weren’t found. It smells like choir songs sung in the rain. It’s those old familiar hauntings that keep you running for all your days. She asked that God Fearing Boy that night “Will you run with me if I decide to leave before tomorrow’s light?” He responded with a smile to hide his fear “This place is all I’ve ever known, so tomorrow I’ll keep here.” He put his fear before his love, she lost her faith in God above and Saint Peter would condemn him. Saint Peter would condemn him for the God Fearing Boy he was. The ashes still remained mixed in the dirt. The preacher found a means to hide the ways in which he’d hurt. He knew his boy would leave him and as he passed him by the well he said “I don’t hate you son but I’ll wish you straight to Hell.” His journey started there and ended by that bridge under fireworks. He held onto her. Saying “Please Lord, please do forgive me for my father he was sick. If what he thought was true, he’s damn near better off without me and so much better off with you.” He put his love before his fear. He held her tight she shed a tear and Saint Peter wouldn’t touch him. No Saint Peter wouldn’t touch him. There’s not a man more honest or sincere. So he never looked back, and she never looked back. God has a way of taking more than what we ever have for slack.


The 2ND official release by Singer/Songwriter Fred Oakman. Released in October 2011


released October 1, 2011

Fred Oakman - Acoustic and Electric Guitar / Vocals
Dan Gribbin - Lap Steel / Backing Vocals
Dan Miller - Upright Bass
Brandon Vargo - Percussion
Troy Messerall - Electric Guitar, Organ, Keyboards, Shaker, Backing Vocals

Artwork by: Michael Van Winkle:

Engineered, Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Troy Messerall at Paper Box.


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