HIDE 'N' SEEK POEM

HIDE 'N' SEEK

Been playing this childhood game
at an unchild age --
hiding from a formidable foe --
The Heavenly Father

Silly, isn’t it?
He knows all,
sees all,
and,
in kindness,
seeks all--

and finds all --

all who are seeking Him.

But I’m hiding --
my flaws,
defects,
imperfections,
sins

(especially those pesky sins)

I
-- like a 2 year old --
cover my eyes,
“Hiding”
and
in self-delusion
believe that if I can’t see Him,

He can’t see me.

I hide from His hand --
still not quite believing,
still somehow cringing
Still afraid --
waiting,

waiting,

waiting

for the other shoe to drop.
Of what am I afraid??

That my heart will be revealed for all to see --
transparent before Him --

(and man)

pride rooted out by my
faithful
Father--
Who loves me --

(even me).

Forgive me --

Abba, Papa, Daddy, Father

for the sin of hiding --
When Your heart’s desire from me
is more

--simply more --

seeking.

[And, obviously, no matter where we are or what we're sitting on, HE can and will protect us.  Happened to and for me many times.  Love Him, MUCH!]

 

REJOICING... SINGING

I REJOICE, I SING...

FOREVER!

[And, on this day, I am rejoicing on my birthday.  If it wasn't for Him and His kindness and His victory over my sinfulness, I wouldn't be here.  Now, I am, every moment of every day -- not just on a birthday, doncha know? --
 but thinking of Him and rejoicing for Him.]