ABBA FATHER
By George Thurlow
©️March 3, 1998
To God’s mighty throne room
I boldly draw up near;
Knowing by invitation
I am welcome here.
I do not shake and tremble.
I don’t approach with dread,
But with excited anticipation
And confidence instead.
I count it all a privilege.
I am so thankful deep inside,
That I have a Father
Who’s attentive to my cries.
I haven’t reached perfection,
But He looks upon my heart.
He sees the finished product
And grace and loves imparts.
I approach God as my Father
Who only wants my best.
I give Him all my troubles,
And He grants peace and rest.
Each day I dwell in security,
Every happening He regards.
I know He’ll never fail me
For His angels watch and guard.
He’s placed a hedge about me,
The line of Christ’s own Blood:
And the Spirit lifts up a standard
Surging like a flood.
I’m so thankful for my Father
Who even when I fail:
Helps me to my feet again,
His love for me prevails.
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Romans 8:15
“For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.”
