Different

Sunset to the west City out to get Don't know why By Grace of God I do not feel unrest Least not the kind that takes you in and throws you out a mess With no regard to where you are or where you're going next But there's a sort informs the heart to run toward holiness God starts by showing where you are, you move, not caught betwixt So run I, ever on and on. But not by city streets. Confounding those who cannot see Where God is wont to meet.