In my deepest thought, I seek to grasp
God, as King, oft in splendor basked
Debonair, distinguished, quite dignified
Air of authority about Him that can’t be denied

Universe creator, in His authority sways
He works purposefully in all our days
Yet, in my musings new visions come to be
The free-spirited God, who dances over me

The God who rejoices, His heart set aglow
With every step t’ward me, Love’s rhythms flow
The God who runs in pursuit of my soul
Drawing me close, making me whole

Prodigal daughter, many times I’ve strayed
Love’s embrace I’ve oft times betrayed
In my rebellion, I’ve wandered afar
Yet He chases me down, erase every scar

With sandals snug and His robe held high
He dashes to me, no distance can deny
Arms open wide in a Father’s embrace
Pulling me close, in His boundless grace

Now, I reimagine scenes of a Father so dear
Hiking His robe, drawing near, oh so near
In a mad dash of love, His arms He extend
Best embrace ever—Abba’s love without end

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This poem accompanies the piece, The Father Ran.

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