Before the Throne
In the arms of the Father
Call upon me
My son, I am here
Waiting for the moment
To find you
I want to hug you §ar
My son, I have not given up
My arms
They are extended to you
Come running, come to me
Call on me , I will hear you
I will be found by you
Your luck I will change
Come closer to me
I will also come closer
I will take you in my lap
I will give you new clothes
Beloved son

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