Father, do you hear my cry?
As I call for you this night?
I know you chose the color of my eyes

But do you still know my name?
The shape of my face?
Recognize me from my sigh?

I walked away from you,
so long so long ago
I chose my own path
crooked, wide, and shallow

Abba Father?
Do you arms still hang wide?
Just like your Son's did,
when He took me in and bore my sin.

Oh Abba Father,
Do you still wish for the sight?
Of me returning.  To once again,
stand by Your side?

Father, do you remember who I am?
Can you see me through this broken man?

Father, please hear my cry.
I want Your arms closed
and wrapped around me this very night.

But Father, I can't stand by Your side.
My place is before You.
On my hands and knees,
ground meeting my brown eyes.

A broken crown is all,
I have to show for my own path.
I offer it, now to You
My Father who heard my cry.

Mon April 7, 2008

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