I run
I saw your Grace from afar
and heard how  men yield to You.
I took to my heel to escape that conquering Grace.

For I have heard how those men loose,
their desire in the pleasures of life.
I have seen how they change.

Yet you chased me and I run,
Yes, you kept coming and won me over.
Now your love has engulf me,
In that Grace I sort to evade.