Faster, faster, don’t look back
Abba’s heavy on your track
Farther, farther, down the pit
Close those eyes, don’t commit
Breathing heavy, sweating now,
Shame surrounds your heavy brow
Push through reason, into black
Justify your twisting track
Still He chases, still He woos
Stop, you win, Go, you lose.
“Come”, the Father pleads your case
He, who looks you in the face
And sheds a tear for your blind eyes--
Seeing only Satan’s lies
Running Man! Now! Slow your pace!
…and God will catch you, full of Grace.
I run in the path of your commands,
for you have set my heart free.