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Just two parts of a multi-part poem. We all make those desperate moves when necessary.

Running

Running faster, faster yet
From the sin that does beset.
A glance behind and I can see
The demons that are chasing me.

Faster still, I’m running now
I know not where, I know not how
I expect to ever reach the end
Where, bruised and torn, my soul can mend.

The sounds are chasing me along;
screams where once there was a song.
Life rolls quickly down the road
Bent and burdened by the load.

As I run I ponder thus:
What will happen to all of us?
No one knows the end but You.
Am I running away or to?


Digging

Dig it deeper, deeper still
until the hole, against my will,
is deeper than my eyes can see,
and the dirt begins to cover me.

Still I dig, not knowing why
till I no longer see the sky,
And there is darkness all around
as I go deeper in the ground.

I hear the footsteps up above,
and a voice is calling out in love;
each time I think that I can hide
I find You there, right by my side.

The dirt I throw is all my own
and I just want to be alone;
Yet here I am, safe from all harm
rising now, upon Your arm.