Running, panting, stumbling about,
Almost out of breath;
Fighting, fearing, in my doubt,
To the brink of death;
He keeps coming after me,
Despite my resistance;
I don’t want Him; can’t He see?
I love my deadly distance;
His chasing me’s relentless,
I’ve nowhere to go;
I lie awake so sleepless;
This night just seems to know;
"What do You want with me?
Won’t You leave me alone?!
I’m no good, can’t You see;
My sin infests my bones!"
I run and hide and run again
From this Hound of Heaven;
Does He want me, with my sin;
Can I be forgiven?
I run again until I drop;
I think I’ve given up;
I reach out up to God,
And I take His cup;
"I thank You, Lord, for chasing me,
Until I’m out of breath;
You alone have set me free,
And saved me from the Death;
Many years have come and gone,
My breath’s still lost, but in awe;
To You alone I’ve withdrawn,
For my heart has thawed;"
At last this heart of mine is quiet
In this Plan not of my making;
I, by grace, fight the good fight;
Now it’s souls I’m chasing.
*Just reminiscing the chase.
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