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
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