Done with lies, over truth,
Done with all that would shrink, dilute.
Done with stumbling, done with defeat,
Done with slavery, done with no meat.
Done with voids, that won’t be filled,
Done with doubt, that would see me spilled.
Done with fear, done with shame,
Done with all that would steal my name.

Done with lives, stumbling still,
Done with that which will never fill.
Done with blindness,
Done with ache,
Done with false worship,
Done with hate.

Done with flight, instead of fight,
Done with darkness, replacing light.
Done with the greatest lie of all –
That truth’s made up, and not at all.
Done with those, who’d see me become,
Wasted, used up, good for none.
Done with their tactics,
Done with their guise,
Done with their take,
On Him who breathes skies.
Don’t with their last, desperate attempt,
That would have me believe-
Truth is spent

Done with the most,
Heinous of all –
Ultimate Beauty, is nothing at all;
In truth, there’s no pleasure;
In love, no great joy;
A whole list of nos’ and you’re not a good boy.
A whole list of less-es,
For the one who would seek,
Truth and the freedom,
Of which it speaks.
A last-ditch attack,
On the one who He gave,
The unspeakable gift,
To become self-made.
For there lies the secret
The mystery revealed –
We were made to extend Him,
And so, Him reveal.

I’m done with the lie,
That bids me come –
Truth’s joyless, pleasure less,
And then some;
Me-less, God-less;
(It whispers strong)
Full of fear, and all that’s wrong.
Determined to see me out of the race,
Wooing the heart,
Masking the face.

I’m declaring war,
With my heart and a roar,
Taking tight,
From those before,
The baton passed on –
Truth over all.
And I determine,
To do the same,
To become the one,
He said would reign.

To run with reason,
Run with faith,
To run with courage, despite the wait.
Run with conviction,
Run with fire,
Run with humility,
Your finest hour.

Run with a roar,
Run with a cross,
Run with the one, whose hope is lost.
Run with the soul, who can’t see the light,
Carry them too, and for them fight.
Run with eyes blazing,
Run with my all,
Fight off the one, who’d see me fall.

Run!
All of me,
Every breath,
Every heart piece,
Until my rest.
Run with eyes, open wide,
Run with His armour, by my side,
Run with tears,
Run with laughter,
Run with the One who named me Daughter.
Run equipped, cunning and shrewd,
Well aware, what there is to lose.

Run with my heart,
And all my mind,
Run with my soul,
There Him to find.
Run for Truth – the anchor, the hope.
Run for Freedom – the last outpost.
Run victorious,
Run assured,
Run to proclaim the One who is Lord.
Always remember, never forget,
Those who are stumbling, those in the net.
And when darkness arises, and beauty’s eclipsed,
Look up and behold Him,
And on His eyes fix.

For there is the victory,
There the great love,
There is the heart,
That inside me He wove.
There is the Truth,
There is the One,
Who gave His own self,
That I might become.