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.

Crying “Abba! Father!” (Romans 8:15b)
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