September 6, 2011

Abba, we hurt.
Abba, we cry.
I know You hold
our tears and
each one of us
in the palm of Your hand
when the struggle’s so hard
we can’t even stand.
You are there.
You are good.
You are more.
You are my food.
You are Abba.
You are my Dad.
You are greater
than all I’ve ever had.
I long so much
to come back Home,
But I will wait
patiently for Your call.
You catch each tear
as it silently falls.

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