I Run To Christ

I run to Christ when chased by fear
And find a refuge sure.
“Believe in me,” His voice I hear;
His words and wounds secure.

I run to Christ when torn by grief
And find abundant peace.
“I too had tears,” He gently speaks;
Thus joy and sorrow meet.

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I run to Christ when worn by life
And find my soul refreshed.
“Come unto Me,” He calls through strife;
Fatigue gives way to rest.

I run to Christ when vexed by hell
And find a mighty arm.
“The Devil flees,” the Scriptures tell;
He roars, but cannot harm.

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I run to Christ when stalked by sin
And find a sure escape.
“Deliver me,” I cry to Him;
Temptation yields to grace.

I run to Christ when plagued by shame
And find my one defense.
“I bore God’s wrath,” He pleads my case—
My Advocate and Friend.

Christ is my rock and my refuge, in Him does my soul trust. The last verse is what really hit me, especially after writing all those things about Jesus being better. I can run to HIM, my solid refuge from whatever storm is going on in my life right now. Why does He love me, a dirty, rotten sinner? I don't deserve His love. His love, that can move mountains and calm the sea and I am the recipient of that love. That truth just blows my mind.

Praise God.