Since childhood’s golden hour I fled
With heart so dark and full of dread
And still I hear the steadfast tread
Of One Who follows me.
My heart on independence set,
My mind on goals that must be met,
My troubled soul tries to forget
The One Who follows me.
Across the span of all my years,
Above the flood of all my tears,
Beyond the scope of all my fears,
There’s One Who follows me.
I’ve longed to feel the warmth of light,
To see the world with different sight,
To know that nothing can affright
This One Who follows me.
And though I stumble, though I fall,
Though I hear the sirens’ call,
Though I seem to lose it all,
Still He follows me.
I’ve come to know His feet, His voice,
To see beyond the shade of choice,
To feel a deadened heart rejoice
Because He follows me.
In truth He follows not behind
But from all around with voice so kind
He calls my heart, my soul, my mind;
He leads and follows me.
Now I flee from Him no more,
I chase as He gave chase before,
And so I follow through the door
The One Who followed me.
~ author unknown
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