For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, “Abba! Father!”
Romans 8:15, NASB
Little children of the King,
To your Father gladly bring
Joy and sorrow, song and care;
With your Papa, leave them there.
Most High God of all the earth--
His child you are by the new birth;
Your holy Home within His arms
Brings peace and rest from all alarms.
Not tame or safe, but good and true,
Stone He’d never give to you.
With plenteous bread His child He feeds,
And mercies fresh for each day’s needs.
To His throne He bids you come,
Princess and prince through Christ the Son.
Beloved, come, and have no fear;
King Grace, your Papa, calls you near.
-CRLM, 3/16/00
