HIDE N' SEEK

God is hidin' again me thinks,

Then me looks at

meself and wonder,

Who's hidin' from Who?

Me, the Faithless one,

Who cannot see even

with eyes, by Him, made clear.

Do I use `em then,

Or do I hide in Fear?

Fear is such a warm ole' thing,

    I know it well - It never asks,

"can I sit a spell?"

It seems to come from every side;

And sometimes even Headon...

Next time, I think I'll

dust off me faith,

That which is hid in

me pocket

And Time and Faith

  and things

Will finally sceer

off that Fear,

And leave me

a-seekin' me

What fun it'll be....

by BJ McCall

April, 1993