Running past ev’rything I’d ever known,
Leaving the one place I’d ever called “home,”
Trying to figure out where I should go,
But stumbling because I was lost on my own.
Leaving the past in the dust behind me,
Hoping this choice would help me become free,
Promising that I would never look back,
But pausing because that was all that I had.
Starting to wonder if I should have stayed,
Questioning ev’ry decision I’d made,
Hoping that, somehow, I’d find a safe place,
But doubting that I could survive this escape.
Searching for somewhere to survive the night,
Thinking that I should just give up the fight,
Looking for something to help me escape,
But not seeing anyone to guide my way.
I admit I am lost in the darkest despair
Without a dear friend or a loved one who cares.
I want to return to the “home” where I lived,
But You gave me an offer I couldn’t resist.
You promise a home that is safe from all harm
And love that endures in the light and the dark.
No matter what pleasure I had in the past,
I cannot go back because that home won’t last.
My old home was comfortable and felt safe,
But I know it was causing me inner pain.
That place brought me temporary happiness
But never the hope that You’ve given that’s endless.
And although you were previously alienated and hostile in attitude, engaged in evil deeds, yet He has now reconciled you in His body of flesh through death, in order to present you before Him holy and blameless and beyond reproach—if indeed you continue in the faith firmly established and steadfast, and not shifting from the hope of the gospel that you have heard, which was proclaimed in all creation under heaven, and of which I, Paul, was made a minister. (Colossians 1:21-23 NASB)