Running Back

[Intro – Spoken, intense]
We don’t need chains to be slaves.
We don’t need deserts to be lost.
Same rebellion, different era.
Same God… still showing mercy.

Yeah, we wake up tired, but the war ain’t done,
Flesh want the throne, Spirit say “Submit, son.”
We pray for provision, then we trust our own plans,
Ask God for His will, then we snatch back the pen.

Bible on the shelf, but the phone stay open,
Faith get drowned out by the noise and the motion.
We say “I got this,” like pride ain’t lethal,
Same lie that dropped angels, same sin with people.

We don’t leave home on camels, we ghost God slowly,
Miss prayers, skip truth, hearts grow cold and lonely.
Chasin’ comfort, chasin’ status, chasin’ control,
Till the cost of our freedom starts eatin’ the soul.

We ran from God, but He never ran back,
Grace hit harder when the heart gets cracked.
From the dirt to the cross, yeah, He paid that cost,
We were dead in our sins—but the Son took loss.

Prodigal mindset, “I don’t need You right now,”
Till famine hits life and pride bows down.
Luke fifteen, still playin’ in real time,
Same Father, same mercy, same lifeline.

Pig pen moments don’t always look filthy,
Sometimes it’s success, money stacked, life busy.
But when joy runs dry and the soul feels thin,
That’s conviction sayin’, “You don’t belong here, friend.”

He rehearsed his shame like, “I’ll earn my way back,”
But grace don’t negotiate, grace attacks.
Father ran, didn’t wait for a speech,
Didn’t check his record, just pulled him in reach.

We ran from God, but He never ran back,
Grace hit harder when the heart gets cracked.
From the dirt to the cross, yeah, He paid that cost,
We were dead in our sins—but the Son took loss.

Romans says wages of sin bring death,
But the gift is life when you draw that breath.
No condemnation for those in Christ,
Chains break loose when the truth cuts twice.

We fall daily, yeah, the struggle’s real,
But mercy new every morning—what a deal.
Not excusin’ the sin, but He breaks the grip,
Same God who forgives is the God who equips.

We fight anger, lust, doubt, fear, pride,
Smile in public, bleed deep inside.
We mess up, say stuff we can’t rewind,
Then the enemy whispers, “You crossed that line.”

But the cross says, “Paid in full,” not maybe,
Blood wasn’t partial, it was complete, not shaky.
Peter denied Him, David broke laws,
Paul hunted believers—still chosen by God.

So who told you your failure disqualifies grace?
Who said your worst moment outruns His embrace?
If you still breathin’, He still callin’ your name,
Repent ain’t weakness—it’s how you change.

We ran from God, but He chased us down,
Grace louder than guilt, mercy don’t drown.
No matter the sin, the weight, the loss,
There’s forgiveness flowing straight from the cross.

This ain’t a soft message.

This is war for the soul.
But the King you rebelled against
Is the same One who calls you home.