My Abba Daddy

My Abba Daddy loves me.
I feel the love streaming through, 
every word He speaks to me.
He knows my sensitivity, 
and is gentle with me.

I always feel His deep love, 
and appreciation for me, 
even while He is chastising me.
He does things so gently, 
for He knows,
the weakness of these earthen vessels.
He formed them with His hands.
He knows how breakable and gentle,
our spirits really are.

I feel His love, 
radiating through my body.
Everything that tries to draw me away,
eventually leads me straight back to Him.

I come running,
and I come crying,
like a child who has fallen.
I come to my Abba Daddy 
and He fixes me.
Never in my life, 
have I found love like this.
So gentle, so tender, so real, so strong.

He inspires trust and devotion in me.
Never again do I have to fear,
for my Abba Daddy is near.
His grace draws me near,
and makes me better.
Out of His great love,
grace is His pleasure.

My Abba Daddy loves me when I'm low,
because He picks me up higher, 
than I could ever go.
My Daddy picks me up, 
with strong loving arms,
and puts me on His shoulders.

I can see everything from up here!
The world looks so clear!

My Abba Daddy gently puts me down, 
but I know,
He will pick me up once again,
when I get low.