A tiny child’s voice calling out at dusk for Abba, Abba, Abba, not papa, or Dada, Daddy but very clearly Abba, Abba, Abba as a term of endearment for Father. That is how we cry out in trust and endearment. Abba, Dear Daddy with outstretched arms to “BE” lifted into the everlasting arms to the heavenly bosom of “OUR” Father.
We name Him Abba because of who He is. “A little child shall lead them.” “Except we become as little children we’ll never see the Kingdom of God.” With child-like faith we come with arms lifted to “BE” picked up, crying Abba, Abba, Abba. His will is completed in us that moment of intimacy with “OUR” Heavenly Father.
Given a glow ray of a “halo” that surrounds His Saints we can see Heaven on earth. That rare occasion of “BE”ing “Hallowed” entitles us for His touch of glory, a “BE”livers “halo.” Purity and innocence of a child cries out Abba, Abba, Abba; pressed right-in-us to “BE” a truly Holy “BE”ing. Clean before “OUR” we stand reaching out to others with a hand from Abba.
Who can separate us from Him. No one can touch us now. His Kingdom comes in power when His will is to bring glory, honor and praise forever in Abba!