She often plays hide and seek with the Lord,
For days at a time and sometimes more.
She hides in bars and loud parties where the drinks flow free
Then awakens mornings full of misery.
So she hides again looking for refuge in food;
The food goes down, and the cracks inside become smooth.
But she feels fat, and then despairs,
Hiding again in men who put on airs.
But she finds theyâ€™re just cads in the end;
So in a moment of weakness, she calls a friend.
But her friendâ€™s on to the next party
Where others are more fun than she.
So she turns inward and wonders: â€œWhatâ€™s wrong with me?â€
At rock bottom, she hits her knees.
â€œCome find me, Lord; Iâ€™m tired of hiding.â€
He arrives because Heâ€™s always seeking.
And she finally learns to stop hiding,
Because weâ€™re all worth finding.