En Los Brazos Del Padre
Diante do Trono
In the Father's Arms
Father, I'm here, look at me
Desperate for more of you
Your presence is my sustenance
Your word my nourishment
I need to hear your voice
Telling me
Come beloved son
Come rest in my arms
And safely
I will lead you to my altar
There I will speak with you
I will envelop you with my love
I want to look into your eyes
I will heal your wounds
Come beloved son
Come as you are
Father, my Father
My Daddy, Abba Father.
