He ran

He ran to me, wretched sinner that I am
picked up me, held me in His hand
snatched me up and swung me around
"Quickly" He said, "Bring my best gown"

He ran to me, the God of Creation
picking me up, a huge celebration
holding me tight, fingers in my hair
putting His ring on my finger
right then and there.

He ran to me, my Father in Heaven
from very far off, he detected me
to Him I was crawling, down on my knees
I saw Him running, He's faster than fast
"Quickly"He said, "Kill that calf"

He ran to me.

Richard.