I’m running, running away from You,

Desperate to get away,

Unreasonably afraid instead of awesomely fearful,

Sprinting towards death.

Why is it that You always seem to know where I am?

Why do You seek me out when all I want to do is leave You behind?

It seems as though my cause is futile, worthless

And all I’m left with

Is You

It all comes back to You,

Every breath, every word, all is Yours,

I bow down before You,

The One who caught me as I ran,

Who held me in His arms and said,

“ It is finished and you are Mine.”

The one who came down in all humility,

Born to die, born to suffer, to become poor and rejected

To save me.

Each nail that pierced Your side,

Each lash that tore open Your back,

Every taunt, every insult, every scornful word,

I caused it.

I murdered You, the One, the Creator, the All Mighty, the Great I Am,

But You rose, You came back,

I knelt before You,

Tears streaming down my cheeks, staring down at the blood that covered my hands.

You lifted up my face and I looked at You,

Beautiful, Wonderful, Awesome,

You wiped my tears away and explained that

You loved me, for some incredibly incomprehensible reason, You loved me

You told me that I was free,

Ripped off the chains of the world,

Told me that I was Yours

And I, in my hopelessness and darkness,

Reached out to You, the light,

Letting Your incredible power and peace

Consume me,

For lack of anything better to say, knowing that it wasn’t enough,

That nothing could ever be enough, I meekly whispered,

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

You just smiled and drew me closer,

Immersing me in Your Presence,

Calming the storm inside and filling me with You.

I told You that my life was Yours,

Realized that You already knew that,

That You had created me, that You knew me better than I knew myself,

That You were everything,

Told You that I, in my unworthiness and filth, would be Your servant,

And to my dismay, You said that this could not be.

I looked down, feeling like a stone had sunk down to the pits of my stomach,

Wondering if I would have to leave Your splendor.

You again lifted up my face to look at You and said that I could not be Your servant

Because I was Your child.