Sometimes I find myself running. Running away from you Habits and traits of the past will surface and I don’t know what to do I feel I have called on your mercy much more than you want me to So I turn and just start running. Running away from you But you overrun me. You won’t let me go You catch me in full stride. My running is slowed It’s then that your mercy and grace is bestowed You pour out your love. You pour out your love Then I look into your eyes. Tears roll down my cheeks I know that your strength has overcome my weakness You take me in your arms and I can hardly speak My head rests on your shoulder. Your mercy at its peak You overrun me when life gets me down I know in the flood of shame you won’t let me drown You take off my garment and give me a gown You pour out your love. You pour out your love You turn me around and we walk in your grace I look and I see a smile on your face I can’t help but wonder what you see in me That when I run away you come after me Your love overruns me when I go astray Your mercy and grace will not go away So I sing this song and give you my praise You pour out your love on me In the song Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing the last verse says “Prone to wander Lord I feel it. Prone to leave this God I love.” That is our human condition. This flesh we live in, that our souls live in, is prone to walk away from the statutes of God. We find ourselves running from the very God who has saved us and died for us. We run because we feel shame, or guilt, or unloved or alone. We run because we don’t think God will forgive us again for that foul mouth, or that lying tongue, or our impulsive flesh. But nothing could be farther from the truth. In the parable of the prodigal son we find the father looking for His son to come home after he had been gone for weeks, or months or years. We don’t know how long the son had been gone. The father was always watching for him, hoping he would come home. When that day came that he saw his son in the distance, he ran to meet him. He ran to welcome his son home, to pour out his love on him and embrace him. I can see the son as his father came running, turn and start to run away, afraid of what the father might do to him. But the father overran him and wrapped his arms around him and pour out grace and mercy on him. He loved his son just like God loves us!

You Overrun Me
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