Roy Tosh, Beckah Shae - Abba lyrics

Yeah, let's go, uh

She's beautiful, but never had a father
Stays in the gym so you notice her
She was lied to so there's much hurt
And no one's ever told her
Just how much she's worth
Weighed down with guilt, tripped up by shame
Tossed a drink down the hurt with this cup
Poppin' pills, now she feel okay
Can't someone take this pain away? Hold on
There's a God who satisfies the
Longin' in ya heart
Loves so deep, nothin' could pull you apart
A Father to the fatherless
He'll always be around
He's faithful to the end
Always there when you're down

So you can cry "Abba, Father"
Free from pain, now son and daughter
He's got you in the palm of His hand
He's got a plan
There's no rest to be His, hey
So you can cry "Abba, Father"
Free from pain, now son and daughter
He's got you in the palm of His hand
He's got a plan
There's no rest to be His, hey

Heartbroken 'cause he was abandoned
Screamin' for a dad
This the life he's handed
Runnin' away and hopeless (Hopeless)
Feelin' all alone, no one takes notice
Self-worth's gone bitterness for the night
So much anger inside 'cause he believed a lie
And nobody wants him
That's all on these open wounds from
These hurtful words he's been told hold on
There's a God in heaven who will draw near
In the midst of your pain so
You never have to fear (Never)
He cares so much
Proved it with His own blood
So you ain't gotta run no
More because you're loved

So you can cry "Abba, Father"
Free from pain, now son and daughter
He's got you in the palm of His hand
He's got a plan
There's no rest to be His, hey
So you can cry "Abba, Father"
Free from pain, now son and daughter
He's got you in the palm of His hand
He's got a plan
There's no rest to be His, hey

Everybody needs a daddy that can
Tuck you in at night
Tell you everything will be okay
Keep you safe and teach you what's right
Oh, there's no one like the
One who created you, yeah
He knows just how He made you
Knows just how to save you
He knows just how to change ya
He knows just what to do

So you can cry "Abba, Father"
Free from pain, now son and daughter
He's got you in the palm of His hand
He's got a plan
There's no rest to be His, hey
So you can cry "Abba, Father"
Free from pain, now son and daughter
He's got you in the palm of His hand
He's got a plan
There's no rest to be His, hey

Be His, to be His, be His
Be His, be His, be His, be His