abba
show me how to 
trust
trust
trust you
instead of heaping my head
with ashes and dust
wearing a tin crown of worry.
abba abba
you clothe the flowers of the field
they are here today
and float away tomorrow.
abba you withhold
nothing
nothing
good.
you are 
my good father
and you know me well
and you know deeply
what i need.
even when i cry-
"i want abba i want------"
you silence me gently
you quiet my complaints
and you show me your jealous 
 love 
enveloping me 
wooing me.
here,
take my plastic pearls
ill wait for the real ones
should i cry if they do not come?
can i?
abba you are still mine..
how can i repine?