There are quite a lot of variations of this, a very famous one is the Francis Thompson poem, 'The Hound of Heaven':
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 mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Another famous one is the poem 'The Collar' by George Herbert, '('I struck the board, and cried, no more, I will abroad ...').
Some of them are very well expressed, but they don't really add much to any arguments. Unless you are going to say that everyone is running away from God, well, you can't prove that they aren't! Is that a phallusy?