Abba Yah, I am the Most Repentful

Abba Yah, I am the Most Repentful

I worried myself in a way, where there was no way

I was thirsty in a dry place, where there was no rain

I sought heat from the sun, in the winter

I was hungry, when there was no food pantry to deliver

I was at disarray, when peace could be found

I thought I was in the air, when I really was on the ground

I thought I was clean, when I was sinful

Aba Yah, I am the most repentful,

I looked for my beloved, and found Him

As solomon

The Messiah, who was coming

I am no more, I, but we

I was blind, and now I can see

Now I can fly instead of walk

I can be quiet instead of talk

I am beautiful, even when I fall

Aba Yah, I am the most repentful

Want you hear my call?

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