This is more than a friendly fraternity This is our Father’s fearless family
We are Holy Spirit descended We are chosen, adopted kindred
This is our tribe of His gracious choice crying ‘Abba Father’ in infant chorus
Hand in hand we stand as His clan fruit of the original Abraham plan
By his blood we are kin not distant cousins, but eternal siblings
We are adopted by His choice fellow heirs with Jesus Christ
We cry out loud and then sing louder We sing together: ‘Abba, Father’
Written for a church service speaking about adoption opportunities. The words rift off Romans 8: 15 For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” 16 The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, 17 and if children, then heirs— heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with him in order that we may also be glorified with him.