Prevenient Grace

chasing and pursuing.
Leaving no stone unturned,
You chased me and
hounded me.
Still, no stone unturned,
no thought un-pricked, 
no glory in nature unspoken.
I ran,
but you ran faster,
I twisted and turned,
but you did it quicker.
I hufffed and puffed,
but you 
were boundless,
And then,
I thought,
that I had found you.
But you
in hymnal words
“found me!”
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