Abba was once the secret I disclosed,
A presence of pure goodness, therefore scorned;
Cross-nailed, entombed I was for saying so,
And yet I say it still, for it is true.
Abba leaves us no hiding place from choice:
Repent, reject, recoil from this world’s show;
These spinning wheels of prideful sophistry
This glamour built on force of power and arms.
Submit instead to Abba deep within,
Imbibe the good news, aye, imbibe and win.
Abba's presence makes all goodness possible
Abba's presence makes all progress tangible
Abba's presence is a cool bright spring