I, The Pursued

Even in the wreckage and amidst all the ruins,

There’s a hope that surpasses

There’s a truth standing firm.

With my eyes wandering throughout,

Holding fast to this world

He’s in constant pursuit of those who have fallen.

Like a lover stricken with an aching soul,

Is He who still inches nearer.

And I with my dirt, my grime

Have been made clean –

I’ve been forgiven.

And yet the whirlwind moves forth

And the worries continue:

It is my Maker who breathes love, 

It is He who is here.