Abba (Arms of a Father)

You're more real than the ground I'm standing on You're more real than the wind in my lungs Your thoughts define me You're inside me You're my reality Abba, I belong to You You're closer than the skin on my bones You're closer than the song on my tongue You came running down my prodigal road You came running with a ring and a robe Grace is the collision on the way back home With the arms of a Father who won't let go