Abba Father.

Inside a wrestle,

Of non-words and pestering,

Thoughts of when I was,

Guilty.

Of doubts and deep tormenting,

Thoughts of life's logic,

Of what it would mean to be,

Free.

In the midst of the night,

I know You hear my cry,

As I feel Your love,

Once again,

In my car.

I prayed that You'd send someone,

To tell me of these things,

That I know in my head,

But I lost in my heart.

And You did,

In that car,

On that night.

You told me,

You told me.

Have no fear,

You're my daughter;

So I cry out and say,

I cry out and say;

That I have no fear,

With my Father;

My Lord and my King,

My God, I will sing;

Abba Father,

Jesus Saviour;

Till life's final breath,

I will sing Your praise.

In this December,

Lord, I will remember,

The things that I've gone through with You.

Lord, help me stay sober,

Obey and surrender,

Till the day I will finally meet You.