Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Wrong Way


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.

Psalm 119:32

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