Abba Papa Daddy Father was there
Abba (Papa, Daddy, Father) was there!
Father help, I can't take this pain. . .
Hence why I'm standing in the pouring rain!
They say to fear you, but daddy dear I love too much to do that!
Abba, I wish they could see the God that I call Dad!
I recall a time when I was in great pain,
I would stand for hours on end in the rain,
Thunder clashing and lightning flashing all around,
I was standing underneath power lines than ran over head,
And in-between trees knowing that if either would fall I surly be dead.
But you were there beside me as I cried out in pain,
You were there beside me even through the pouring rain!
Loving me, watch me and protecting me even then!
You are my Father and my best friend!
The pain is still here it’s clear to see, but there is one thing that has changed quite drastically it is plain to see . . .
The method has changed in the way I call out, but this is the same there is no doubt,
You are still there for me!
Daddy I love you and I thank you to!
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