Lyrics
Intro
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Verse 1
I was an orphan
Defined by mistakes
Thought I was forsaken
That You gave up the chase
I went to the reaches
To try and ease the ache
Turned my back on the One
Who kept calling my name
You kept calling
Didn’t matter where I was at
You just kept calling me back
Chorus
Back to the table
Back to my home
Back to my Father who never lost hope
For the first time in ages
I know what to do
With my arms wide open I’m running to back to You
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I’m running to back to You
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Verse 2
Now I have been rescued
My soul is remade
But even the ransomed
Can fall on their face
When I’m drowning in questions
When I’ve lost the path
Your love is the answer
You’re calling me back
Chorus
Back to the table
Back to my home
Back to my Father who never lets go
Whatever I’m facing
I know what to do
With my arms wide open I’m running to back to you
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I’m running to back to You
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Bridge
It doesn’t matter all the times where I’ve been in over my head
I’m never too far gone where Your arms cannot pull me back again
I’m never been so lost where Your love could not fill my emptiness
I’m never too far gone where Your arms cannot pull me back again
Chorus
Back to the table
Back to my home
Back to my Father who never lets go
Whatever I’m facing
I know what to do
With my arms wide open I’m running to back to you
Back to the table
Back to my home
Back to my Father who never lost hope
For the first time in ages
I know what to do
With my arms wide open I’m running to back to you
Outro
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I’m running to back to You
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I’m running to back to You
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh-oh-oh-oh
I’m running back to You
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I’m running to back to You
Video
Meaning & Inspiration
In "Running Back To You," Seph Schlueter traces a movement from orphan to child, from forsaken to found. The opening verse names a deep identity wound—defined by mistakes, convinced God gave up the chase. Yet the persistent calling of the Father never stopped, no matter how far the singer went.
The chorus anchors return in three images: the table, home, the Father who never lost hope. These evoke the prodigal son’s welcome, though the song does not retell that parable exactly. It frames repentance less as shame and more as recognition: for the first time in ages, the singer knows what to do—arms open, running.
The second verse adds nuance. Even the rescued can stumble, drowning in questions. Rescue does not mean immunity from failure. But love remains the answer, still calling.
The bridge affirms a strong theological claim: no depth of over-the-head trouble, no far-gone distance, no emptiness is beyond the reach of God’s arms. The repetition builds confidence in a love that pulls back rather than lets go.
The song keeps the focus on the Father’s persistence and the simple, repeated motion of running back.