ABBA, FATHER, DADDY

A poem I hope will comfort others who are in great pain or who may have suffering loved ones.

 

ABBA, FATHER, DADDY
 

  “ ….but you have received the Spirit of son-ship. (adoption)
And by him we cry, 'Abba, Father.' The Spirit himself
testifies with our spirit that we are God‘s children.”
Romans 8: 15-16 NIV





Abba.....I yearn to run to you again
Free, at last, from this staggering pain
You said, I must return here for a season
For a while.....a purpose.....a special reason


Father...Please help me clearly understand
All I’ll need, to finish my work, you’ve planned
Guide me, tell me, show me, what I’ve still to do
Before you’ll take me home, once again, with you


Daddy...As scenes of life flashed before me
No sin showed, though my life was not sin free
You answered my questions before I asked them
“My child, I see no sin.......your debt’s paid by Him”





Abba..Then you showed me the great red flood
“You’re washed, while crossing that river of blood
All sin....forgiven....forgotten....robes washed white”
No longer, will thoughts of death cause stress or fright.


Father..Please help me accept, not complain
Help me smile, even through this constant pain
Lift my spirits...let your love...and Son light shine
May my words, and deeds, reflect your love divine


Daddy…There are those who say, “visualize”
Close my eyes, let my mind, the pain disguise
Just let my thoughts take me to a “special place”
Thus....I snuggle in your arms, and seek your face





Abba...Such special times renew my strength
To face the days...which seem of greater length
Basking, in your  warm,  compassionate,  embrace
My heart,  and mind,  know  there is  no  better place


Father...please hold me closely to your heart
Your loving presence, makes much pain depart
Wondrous, treasured, moments...sweet tranquility
As waves of  love...peace...joy...hope, wash over me


Daddy..Keep my heart open to serve you
Letting your love for all others flow through
As your Spirit prompts, help me candidly share
What you have forgiven and taught me with care



(c)Ellen Hammond 2008

Because I believe our Lord desires a true relationship rather than religion, and “Abba” could be more accurately translated as “Dad” or “Daddy” rather than the more formal “Father,” I often use the less formal words in conversation with Him. I hope and pray that my use of the less formal does not offend anyone.

Author's Note

Do you think this will be of comfort or inspiring to others who suffer? All comments, especially any critiquing comments are welcome.

Reviews

[Mark]

Please delete that final tag! If Abba is good enough for Jesus on the cross, it better be good enough for anybody, and certainly is for me!!!
Now here's a marvellous occurance: Had you noticed that EVERY SINGLE STANZA has a conical* shape to it, broad at the base, narrow at the top--was this by design, or was it a fortuitous fluke? Pointing from the Many to the Rarified, from the Base to the Heights? And are the groupings of three stanzas, three times referent to your three deaths?
Ellen, yours is the most magnificent Gift, and I covet it greatly! You can take the Truths Celestial, Unapproachable, Incomprehensible, and bring them home to we who need them in terms Earthly, Welcoming and Personal. Too frequently, I do the opposite, taking the plain and Ivorytowerizing it to death., How glad am I that our paths have crossed!
*o.k., trapezoidal, PICKY! lmao!

[Johnson Bobby]

thank you for letting spiritual live in your words

[Avocations of Amber]

something to hang on our walls for those days when we feel like we just can't do anything right......love this piece....and I love how well you've written the way He loves us.

[:)]

This is beautiful, sweet, and delicate...

Very inspiring..

We learn through our suffering ....

God bless you lovely ... ;)

[Christina May Shanaberg]

One of my favorite parts of the Catholic mass and the Lutheran service is when they say, "Christ be with you" and "And, also, with you." You have spoken, beautifully, of the feeling of knowing that you are among God's children and of the wonderful healing power of faith, which comes to us all with the price of servitude to God. I think that when we concentrate on giving to others, we begin to forget our own pain a bit or at least it is eased. I think this poem would be a comfort to others, who believe or are looking for a place to lay their burdens down and have not, as yet, found it.

[Valentine]

I need to copy this and send it to my nephew in the hospital in Michigan..i just pray he finds God and it is not to late for him...lol and God bless..Kathie

[Through the Gateway]

I thought this was a wonderful piece of faith, Ellen. It was very well written and I think it'll bring hope to many for years to come. It was beautiful.

[Rasha]

Beautiful...i mean, what else can I say? :)

[emmajoy]

For any and all who need comforting and spiritual support, Ellen, this would be such a gift. Your words always are quite beautiful, this is more than that, it's near indescribable because you talk with the experience of a woman who's been at the place and returned.

Wonderful, dear friend, wonderful

[Anthony M Smith Jr]

Good one my friend!
TT-TTO-NI-K
Elk

[Francez]

This is very beautiful. The emotions you put into this poem gives me goose bumps while reading it. Your life is a great testimony & encouragement!