Worship Caught in Motion by Richie Ares

I will run to You.
I will run.
I swear,
charge to You.
I can make it,
running at break-neck speed,
one foot
after
another foot
after
another.
Quickened breaths.
I take no heed to what surrounds me.
Faster.
Faster.

I must make it to that white horse.
I must see the King.

I can't trip over the foliage,
vines leading to a wall,
a stronghold.
Obstacles in my path
Fear, doubt...
How can I break through, Lord of all?

This race...
the rush, the flow
Blood pumping
blood rising.
I just want to make it.

A taste of Love can heal the dead, they say..
Patient, kind, forgiving Love
How can I forget those words..?
"Father, forgive them!
these ignorant masses
lost in their religion and apathy!!
Please, forgive them...
They have no clue.."

That blood soaked profession of forgiveness and love
That is why I will run.
I will run into Your arms and never leave.
Let us dance a joyful dance forever
Together
I long to feel You deeper in my soul
Waiting for the day to come
Wonderful arms bringing me to You
Us,
You and I,
Together, in constant motion

My feet will take me to You
so I may reach that white horse,
touch Your cloak,
and be healed...