I'll run to you, Lord. I'll run to you, Lord.
Seeing weeping faces,
Living in dark places,
Feeling life's disgraces,
I will run.
I'll run to you, Lord. I'll run to you, Lord.
Seeing mean faces,
Escaping dark places,
Feeling Heavenly graces,
I will run.
I'll run to you, Lord. I'll run to you, Lord
Seeing kind faces,
Living in light places,
Hearing Heavenly praises.
I will run.
I'll run to you, Lord. I'll run to you, Lord.
Finishing the final races,
I will run.
I'll run to you, Lord. I'll run to you, Lord.
Reaching the finishing line to see, Heavenly faces.
Seeing your radiant, loving face,
I will run.
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