Games with God

I played, a child both wild and meek,

with God at games of hide-and-seek.

I searched in vain the usual places

and found a thousand saddened faces.

“Your God is hidden in heaven,” they said;

“You’ll see him only when you’re dead.”

How could I make them understand

God often took me by the hand?

Then as my tears began to fall

I felt his touch and heard his call,

“I never hid from you at all.”

I played with God a game of tag,

his mantle flying like a flag.

I gave my God a good head start

but caught him running in my heart.

I played with God the game “I Spy,”

but lost him with my fading eye,

till playmate God in his pure kindness,

printed his image on my blindness.