
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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