I Run

                                                        I RUN

I run from the noise of my ancient ruins

The rumble and scream I might hear

If I stop frantically scratching the sky

Straining for the words

Not tumbling from your lips

Listening too fast to hold fast

To the Word

If I stop

Give me ears to hear beyond

To the one true Word

Without beginning or end

With God                            Be with me

In God                                 Be in me

God                                      Help

Word and giver of the word

Be patient as I seek to seek you

                                                                Wilf 02 / 07