"Hid"

A way back in that thicket,

The cow lay down and hid,

Last night she had a baby,

So that’s just what she did.

She smelled ‘em ‘fore she saw ‘em,

The riders in the brush,

She sensed that they were searchin’,

They were not in a rush.

She knew how fast they could be,

They’d run her times before,

When she tried to escape them,

She feared ‘em to the core.

And now they’re comin’ closer,

She hears them as they come,

It’s still dark in the shadows,

Too early for the sun.

Now they look right at her,

But she is still as stone,

Moving now on past her,

They’re leaving her alone.

I hope that we can find her,

That’s what the cowboys say,

She’s somewhere in this thicket,

Maybe another day.

And I have often wondered,

When God goes out to search,

And we’re off in some thicket,

Far from Him and church.

When He comes close to get us,

How long will we hide,

Hold onto our selfishness,

Our stubbornness and pride.

O Lord, we hear You coming,

Please help us not to run,

But come out of the shadows,

For salvation from the Son.

“I can never escape from Your Spirit! I can never get away from Your presence!” (Psalm 139:7, NLT)

Art by Tim Cox, timcox.com. Used by permission. Thanks, Tim, and God bless you.