away, away, away

I run.

far from you,

it’s far from fun.

I run for fear,

into the dark.

The distance growing us

further apart.

I push & then pull,

So afraid to draw close:

What if you see me

at my lowest of lows?

So I run, so afraid

of what I have done.

How can you love

What I have become?

Yet there’s mercy

in Your eyes

And a tenderness

to your touch.

You declare over us,

“What I have done is enough“

You gave Your Son,

despite our being rough.

“It is finished,” You cried

as you freed each one.

Without question or prompting,

yes, you gave us Your Son.

How could we understand

the price that You paid?
It is You, O God,

Who gives & takes away.

In my vileness,

You come & say:

“My grace has won.

Your sin has been undone.“

away, away, away

I run,

Far from the hurt

that has been done.

Declaring Your love with every step,

Redemption takes shape

as I ponder where to run next.

I long for Away,

I long to run–

into Your arms

and straight to the Son