My Father's House

Abba Father
My Defender
You are Holy
And I surrender
For in my weakness
You protect me
When my heart strays
You Correct me

I cry Abba Father -
I love you, Daddy
Abba Father...
I love you, I love you
I cry Abba Father -
I love you, Daddy
Abba Father..
I love you I love you
Daddy
Every time we sing this song during our worship on Tuesday nights, I cry. Every time...

This past Tuesday was no exception. I sat with my eyes closed focusing on the words, and my mind's eye swept away to my own earthly father.I suddenly pictured his house, where I often come to visit. I began to comprehend the parallel between him and my Father in heaven.  For the first time, as I counted the wonders of my own father, I realized my Father in heaven was just the same...

In my father's house I am always welcome. I have a warm bed to sleep on. I have good food to eat.  My father's cabinets are never bare, instead, there is always plenty. And, he tells me I am welcome to anything I desire. My father keeps nothing from me, but is instead generous. My father is not poor but rich....rich in love, rich in kindness, and rich in mercy. My father never requires me to perform, or earn his love, but instead I can rest in knowing that he loves me. Whenever, I enter my father's house I know that I am special. When I am with him, there is no other daughter he is thinking of...just me.

 I am his only daughter. 



  In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you.³ If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am,there you may be also. John 14:1-2



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