Running

There's gonna be times when sin comes knocking Knocking up on your door It sounds like thunder when it's clapping And it rains like never before You see the lightning in the distance But you can already feel the wind That will surely lead you through it Until the sky turns blue again You better start running Run into His arms Waiting out the storm Oh, you better better start running You better start running You better start running To the mighty King Hide beneath His wings Oh, you better better start running You better start running The prodigal son, he went walking Walking on out the door He wasted life on reckless living And he lived like never before Without a penny in his pocket Or a dollar to his name He had to change direction To rise above his shame You better start running Run into His arms Waiting out the storm Oh, you better better start running You better start running You better start running To the mighty King Hide beneath His wings Oh, you better better start running You better start running Run into His arms Waiting out the storm To the mighty King Hide beneath His wings Run into His arms Waiting out the storm To the mighty King Hide beneath His wings Run into His arms Waiting out the storm To the mighty King Hide beneath His wings Run into His arms Waiting out the storm To the mighty King Hide beneath His wings You better start, You better start You better start running Run into His arms Waiting out the storm Oh, you better better start running You better start running You, you, you better start running To the mighty King Hide beneath His wings Oh, you better better start running You better start running You better start running