Flight 
I ran away from God and found
Him running right beside...
I ran from His embrace to find
I had no place to hide...
I escaped His sight to find
Him looking right at me...
I learned, to be apart from Him,
I could not ever be!
Wherever I attempted flight,
He was already there.
The refuge I discovered, it
was fashioned by His care.
He saw what I attempted and
He made for me a way
to keep on moving forward until
my blindness went away.
I ran away from God to only
learn that I could not!
Every place I fled, I found
His Presence in that spot!
And He assured me, yet again,
I have no cause to run;
the love that He has for me--
it is greater than a son!
My Friend is He, as well, and will be
with me, this I know.
I ran away from God...
into His very arms to go!
Are you running? Where to? What from?
Are you getting anywhere?
STOP!
The refuge you seek may be
right in front of you...
right behind you...
perhaps that refuge is the
very ONE you are running from!
Jim Busby
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