Your little child.

Guess what, Abba? I was just thinking of you and how you love me so much.

But I’m feeling a little low today, Abba.

Lift me up.

Carry me you always do when I am tired and sad.

I bring you my broken heart to fix, a child who brings his broken toy to his father to fix.

I know you can make it good as new.

I love you too.

Your little child.