Running To Drop

My sin hunts me like a dog
It chases me in the alleys and the countryside
Over hills and through the moors
And you cannot escape your heart.

Lord have mercy.

In the good times
and the bad
always running

Christ have mercy.

In exhaustion I come to pray
I cannot run no more
Massa save and make me whole
Dog eats dog to pieces.

God have mercy.

In the hour that has come
Let me find you there
In the hour that I live
Let me be alive.



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