Oh Abba, dear Abba, Let me climb up in your daddy lap and cry awhile. The heart of Daddy protects and provides. That’s what I need today. For you well know the enemy of my soul seeks to sift and destroy. But, You, Daddy ~ You are on guard. You wall me in. Your hand upon my head is both my father and my mother. The maternal hand smoothes furrowed brow and whispers words in dulcet tones while Daddy’s arms are strong and gentle. So safe is Daddy’s lap for daughter.
I am yours. You are mine.
Now in His Name who fixed my way to Father, Amen.
(photo by Linda Charlene)