Abba! Father!
The sunbeams are harsh on my skin
yet you are here
My thirst is never ending
yet you never leave me
Even though I feel alone
you have not left
Though my enemies may be tens of thousands
You will arise O Father
I cannot live without you
and though I am hungry
and though I am frightened
"Life is more than food"
and your Yoke is easy
This poem is about:
Me