Hide and Seek my grandsons love to play
The joy of hunting the thrill of being found
The choosing of the hideaway
The counting up to ten
Ready or not I’m coming
All quiet in their den
Noah only two needs help to play
Lift me into the laundry basket
The instructions of the day
And even though he knows I know
His secret hideaway
His joyful face when found
Steals my heart away
That is the joy of every life
The joy of being found
Your quiet self discovered
Your spirit underground
Come out into the open
Now we know you’re there
Wonderful to see you
Join us in the air
Brian Fahy
14 February 2022
+ The Pharisees today ask Jesus for a sign from heaven. They have seen so much of Jesus, yet they have not found him. (Mark 8:11-13)
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