I thought I was die-hard in my ruthless pursuit of God
But I don’t even try that hard to think of Him at all
I thought that I was the one that was chasing the One most worthy
But it turns out that all the while, He’s been pursuing me
I am the child kidnapped by pirates in the middle of the night
I am the nation’s captive queen, begging for all to be made right
I am the lost, lonely wanderer, and my enemies have me in their sight
But you come and save me– and we fly
For you pursue the least of these
For you pursue even me
For you pursue the wicked, the crippled, the weak and the worthless
And you pursue me even still