In the morning, my spirit woke up and my heart was singing. A voice rang in my heart. It was the kind call of ABBA, and I came to my father. He touched my face with loving hands and told me the way and direction to go home. There are mountains, valleys and storms, and his walking with us is our guarantee. This is a crossroads, and all passers-by are singing loudly, praising the creator of the heavenly father and singing our Abba King of Kings.