AFRO387

Running to my Abba with my legs wobbling
Like a child desperately seeking comfort from the arms of a father
I know my Abba's got me
What I did or did not do is not up for discussion
With my Abba I can be vulnerable
I can let down my guards
Because Abba knows
He sees
He hears
Abba is out of time 
He sees even before time
Abba watches jealously over me 
I can gently rest in his arms
Under his wings he hides me
Just a cry baby needing attention 
And like a sparrow, he watches over me