Running room

I long to run. Im looking for room. I'm desperately praying for running room. I want to go running with your name held high, but I have yet to come to the door, the door that leads to the place. A place of purpose being fulfilled and possibilities becoming reality. where I can stretch your banner wide and display your glory afar. I know there's purpose in the stillness and growth in the darkness but if your word gives light, let it shine in my night. Let it shine so I can see the plans you have for me. Shine just bright enough that I can catch a glimpse of all you have in store. so that I can see a path to the open door. Because I'm longing to run. I'm looking for room. I'm desperately praying for running room. Help me see all I have. Help me call it good. Show me I'm blessed in the waiting, even when it feels like being trapped in a room. Am I in the waiting room?  Or am I still under the knife?  Maybe I'm not waiting on God. Maybe God is waiting on me to fully come to life.  Waiting on this new heart He put in me to beat more in rhythm with His. Not to the old rhythm I knew but to a life brand new. The abundant life I need within me to fight the fight and run the race. This was His plan all along. His eternal desires placed in my new heart; discovered through  dreams that He designed from the start. His heart within me is the very reason why I long to run, I'm looking for room. I'm desperately praying for running room.