Oh that I run from the one who gives life!

I am ignorant of my Creator

My heart is callous to His love

Feeding these desires with temporal things

He alone can only fill 

Truly, I do not recognize my own sin

Yet He waits at the bidders’ table

He waves His hands to bid

Crying out with the highest price 

Can I not hear Him?

Will my feet be weighed down by pride?

He has left His throne to seek me

Yet, I run away all the more!

He will not stop pursuing 

He will never forget my need

He will always be willing to forgive 

Oh wretched heart, believe!