My spirit cries ABBA Father,
My eyes are red from tears,
My heart broken and confused.
I am your child
Oh father hug me
Wash me with joy.
I struggle when I should be still,
I carry when I should pass it on.
I walk away when I should draw near.
I talk when I should listen.
Help me Lord to be still,
Help me to listen.
Help me draw nigh unto you.
Help me to know when the burden you must bear.
Help me to share everything with you Lord.
Then my spirit will cry, ABBA Father.
My eyes will be red with tears
My heart will be full of your joy,