We should be on the inside
As Adam was before
But disobedience with his bride
God cast them out the door
We’re nomads now throughout the world
Each as a foolish child
Through every wind of doctrine hurled
Like a sheep in the wild
Abba, Abba all night and day
On a hill in a field
Hoping The Shepherd shows The Way
To make our Father yield
Not knowing He truly loves us
But only hates our shame
However much we cause a fuss
His love remains the same
But where on earth did our love go?
The planted love within
Through faith our love again will grow
To fight our lust for sin
We know we have something lacking
That somehow we must find
But without our Father’s backing
We’re walking lost and blind
We need to fast we need to pray
Come in from out the cold
Unlike the foolish sheep astray
We’ll stay! Inside The Fold
Its faith true faith we nomads need
To enter Heaven’s Door
Praying our Shepherd take the lead
And guide us home once more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem