The Run

Running through life not looking back
Never to know what may be lurking on track
Holding and closing my heart tight as a glove
Never giving or taking a hand out to love.

Looking back at my life now I finally can see
You were right there behind behind calling to me
To let go of my pride, to arrogantly cling
To my self, to trust me as the one only thing.

Now I can see that I was only a shell
Of a boy - not a man -running from hell
From the fear and anger, hate and decay
Of my soul and my mind where the devil did play.

My heart and my spirit, my body and being
Through my ears and my sense with eyes truly seeing
All that I have I now give back to you
Thanking you Lord for being so true.