Abba my Father,
has adopted me.
Into His royal family,
so I could be. . .

An heir to salvation,
a daughter of light.
A child that brings,
to Him great delight.

I'm no longer an orphan,
I'm no longer a stray.
I've inherited a room,
in His mansion I'll stay.

Abba my Father,
has adopted me.
Into His royal family,
so I can be free. . .

Free from the guilt,
of my wandering ways.
Free from the darkness,
that once filled my days.

The adoption became final,
that day on the Cross.
When Jesus died for me,
and all those who are lost.

Abba my Father,
has adopted me.
Into His royal family,
so I might see. . .

See His glory,
in the middle of my pain.
See His grace fall,
like sweet drops of rain.

The inheritance is mine,
though I may still have grief.
His Comforter has come,
to bring me relief.

Abba my Father,
has adopted me.
Into His royal family,
I willingly flee. . .

Copyright 2013
Deborah Ann Belka
bdebby@hotmail.com
www.hiswingsshadow.com
http://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com/


TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

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