My Abba Always

Many pursuits I chased along the way
To quell the rising despair in my soul
Fighting to survive through the day
Fear choking me in its tight control

In the mystery of Your perfect will
In the scope of Your grand design
My heart’s tumult You made still
Your Son gave His life for mine

Your gift of salvation I cherish
Everlasting life I possess in You
For I surely would have perished
Had You not shown me the Truth

Who am I that You consider me
For it was You who loved me first
You forever changed my destiny
Freed me from sin’s eternal curse

Heavenly Father; My Glorious King
My words express to You my praise
An abiding gratitude to You I bring
My Eternal God; My Abba Always

Romans 8:15 (NASB)
For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, "Abba! Father!"

I love the your praise poetry. I especially like how you start off in a very low place and slowly bring the reader to the Throne of the Lord!

Amen....I mean...word!