My Arms Don't Stiff-Arm Sinners

I'm a wanderer, God, I feel it
my heart yearns to run away
But you take one gentle glance at me
and summon that I stay
So often I convince myself
that sin will satisfy
but you take your child by the arms -
you walk with me side by side
You do not hate me, never God,
but you do hate sin
which is why you redirect
with loving discipline.
I think, "God, you must hate me so!"
You tell me that's not true.
"I'll never hate you, child,
but I hate what's hurting you.
Your sin may seem enticing for a brief, deceitful minute
but before long, you're empty
and convinced you'll be stuck in it.
My heart for you, my precious child,
can't bear to leave you lost -
which is why my arms don't stiff-arm sinners,
but stretch to pay sin's cost.
I'll never let the pit of sin become your helpless home.
So my arms will redirect you
every single time you roam."