As heirs, we call upon the Patriarch,
Whose house holds all of heaven’s wealth immense;
Yet when nights fall on earth with fearful dark
We by the Spirit may lose all pretense
And cry as infants needy and afraid,
As toddlers crying “Daddy!” full of trust.
Do we expect His care to be delayed?
Do we think God our Father is unjust?
Then by the Spirit pray as infants coo
And utter “Dada” freely without pride!
So should we the Ancient of Ages view
As children in their Father’s love abide.
As boys and girls, let’s to our Papa cry
With utter trust that He will heed each sigh.