During my lowest phase, as I wandered, destitute and ragged, it was the passionate and the relentless pursuit of the hound of heaven that forever changed my life. He followed me, surely, goodness and mercy followed me!
THE HOUND OF HEAVEN, FRANCIS THOMPSON
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.