I’m chasing you with intent to leave behind all that does not mirror your Son. Yet I feel fatherless many a time, it’s You I’ll never cease to find. I need to pursue your heart like my life depends on it, for it does.
I’m chasing you sometimes with blinders yet the unknown is my selfish desire, to relinquish. I’ll chase you when he will not, hoping I’m holding our spot yet knowing I can only do my part.
I’ll chase you.
If I don’t run I’ll simply stop, to have meaning, desire, zeal I cannot bear a life as such. I’d be a shell unfilled, awaiting instruction, awaiting the hand of my Maker yet ignorant of such a gift.
I’m chasing you with tears streaming, a broken heart that’s somehow beating. A trembling voice, a shaky hand,
One desire, one plea,