Running I am running to You Father with all my mess Chains still being held tightly in my hand Hair is frazzled and my clothes ripped in pieces Shoes with toes sticking through the fabric With scars and bruises cover my body Broken is an understatement of my current state And my current state of mind pretty bleak Pain and fear have become my closest friends My head hanging in shame, hope has hit the floor But when I find the strength to look up I see my Father with arms wide open You are calling me out of my brokenness And You tell me that You accept me as I am Chains, pains, and all You reach out to me Pull me out of the miry clay and into Your arms Embrace me and brush all the dirt off of me I fall to my knees before You the Holy One Begging for forgiveness and for Your help You call me by name and say my blood covers Your sins are no more chains have been broken Look up child and see what I have done You are no longer a slave to sin and death But sweet freedom I have given unto you