Run!

For the wrath of God is a consuming fire

It waits for no man, so let go of all evil desire

Run! My son, Run!

Do not turn to the left nor right

Quicken your stride as fear tries to catch a sight

I said Run! My child take the step of faith and Run

Quickly!

Come, before the bullet can say gun

The wolves will chase, the dogs will race

Just know I have given you enough grace

If you have raced with men on foot and they have worn you out, how can you compete with horses?

Remember, we do not wrestle with flesh and blood but exceedingly wicked spiritual forces

So, Run!

For the sun nor the moon cannot smite

I have made your feet like hind’s feet, so hold on tight

Now, put on the amour of God and run

Come my son, victory has already been won

Now Run!