Hide and Seek

God, are you playing hide-and-seek,

As I did when a kid?

I used to always win that game

When I cleverly hid.

But now I find I must admit

You win the game hands down.

I’ve looked in every place I know,

And still you can’t be found.

In town and in the country side

And every were I look:

I can not find you in the Church

Or even in the Book.

Ready or not, hey, here I come!

I’m searching near and far.

But I give up and say, “Come out!

Come out from where you are!”

“I’ve planned it so I can’t be found

By science nor by art.

To find me you must look through faith

Inside of your own heart.”

©Stan Sanford June 17, 2002