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