Abba, Father, can You hear me?
Did the ships make it to Tarshish
And carry me beyond Your reach,
Beyond the jaws of Your great fish?
Abba, Father, can You
Slap these husks from my hands
And feed me with real food?
Make this pig slop be bland?
Bring me back home;
There’s no other
Place now to go.
I can now see
You always hear cries of,
“Abba, Father, can You hear me?”
Inspired by Psalm 7 in Harps Unhung.