Abba Father. Peacean couplè 32)
Abba Father; what sins hath thy sons free?
That thou hast made their world naked to thee,
We're alive but we're like dead living dogs-
swimming like fish's in sin and holy guts.
We've Kings of sinners, of whom Paul was chief,
We worth inferno; the chilly cloud's thief.
Abba Father, what sins hath thy sons sinned?
Sweet! We love this innocent pestilence
that hides your visible unseen presence,
These evils has birth us good enough, Lord.
Abba Father, hot hell has mocked us, Lord,
Of joy; by this pestilence, we've been robbed,
Lord, save us from thieves that our backs, still rub.
Sweet! We love this innocent pestilence.
"words from the innocent mind"