I run to Christ when chased by fear
And find a refuge sure.
“Believe in me,” His voice I hear;
His words and wounds secure.
I run to Christ when torn by grief
And find abundant peace.
“I too had tears,” He gently speaks;
Thus joy and sorrow meet.
I run to Christ when worn by life
And find my soul refreshed.
“Come unto Me,” He calls through strife;
Fatigue gives way to rest.
I run to Christ when vexed by hell
And find a mighty arm.
“The Devil flees,” the Scriptures tell;
He roars, but cannot harm.
I run to Christ when stalked by sin
And find a sure escape.
“Deliver me,” I cry to Him;
Temptation yields to grace.
I run to Christ when plagued by shame
And find my one defense.
“I bore God’s wrath,” He pleads my case—
My Advocate and Friend.
This is confession time. Obeying is hard for me. Really, really hard.
It takes humility and faith. I have been redeemed. Surrender mingled with repentance and dipped in hope. To produce the delightful fruit of joy and peace. Why do I take so long to obey my Lord’s expressed direction? Why do I delay when I have already tasted time after time the marvelous miracle of transformation that happens in my dependent soul when I finally obey?
Help me Father, I want to be quick to obey. I need You.
I want to believe I’m cultivating such an attitude. To me, that sounds like being sweet, thoughtful, passionate, gentle and sensible. To have a deep commitment for long-lasting relationships and for ancient proven methods, for unshakable truths. To cling to the marvelous, miraculous ways of old.
May my whole life be dictated, defended and defined by this one old book: the Bible.