Running - The Martins

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