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letra de abba - roy tosh

[intro: roy tosh]
yeah, let’s go, uh

[verse 1: roy tosh]
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

[chorus: beckah shae]
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
[verse 2: roy tosh]
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 n0body 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

[bridge: beckah shae]
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
[chorus: beckah shae]
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

[outro: beckah shae]
be his, to be his, be his, be his, be his, be his, be his

- roy tosh

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