Abba (Arms of a Father)

You’re more real than the ground I’m standing on
You’re more real than the wind in my lungs

Your thoughts define me
You’re inside me
You’re my reality

Abba, I belong to You

You’re closer than the skin on my bones
You’re closer than the song on my tongue

You came running down my prodigal road
You came running with a ring and a robe
Grace is the collision on the way back home
With the arms of a Father who won’t let go