Running to Dad
by Bryan MilesYou can run to your Father no matter what
Covered in sin, encrusted with smut
You haven't done anything He hasn't seen
And only His touch washes you clean
You can hide in a corner and bury your head
But shame like a jam will eventually spread
Slipping into your night, devouring your day
Like a child in mud, and fingerprint play
At first it feels good, and it all seems so right
When playing in darkness we turn out the light
Dancing in shadows and trying to find
Our purpose in life though traveling blind
The mountains are steep, the valleys are low
Wrapped in such recklessness from head to toe
Trying to climb it all on our own
But no one was made to do it alone
Yet still we continue to do our own thing
Holding on to a branch in desperate cling
All the while falling on the edge of a cliff
Where the stench of our sin leaves a terrible sniff
Hovering over, the portals of Hell
Dying of thirst with no wishing well
How foolish the child who tries to enact
The ways of his folly, so deeply intact
Run to your Dad, go ahead He's still there
He's already heard each heart wrenching prayer
His pockets are full of mercy and love
His compassion and grace fit just like a glove
He sees you in the distance, His heart just can't wait
To wrap His arms around you and wipe off the slate
That has kept you in a prison of sorrow and shame
Only the Father can call you by name
There is no one on earth who completely understands
And once you are there in the palm of His hands
Your Father in Heaven will never let go
There is peace in the presence of Your Daddy's glow.....
