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This is the story of a runaway
With no way home and no way out
I threw the best of me away
I had my chance, it's too late now
Too far gone and too ashamed
To think that You'd still know my name
But love refused to let my story end that way
You didn't wait for me to find my way to You
I couldn't cross that distance even if I wanted to
You came running after me
When anybody else would've turned and left me at my worst
Love moved first
What kind of grace, relentless grace
Would chase this rebel down
Crawl into this prisoners cage
Take my hand and pull me out
You knew I couldn't make the change
