One of their favorite games, when my children were small, was hide-and-seek. They loved to hide in places where they thought I could not find them. One such place was behind the living room drapery. When I saw the wiggling bulge in the drapery, I knew exactly where they were. I often pretended not to see it and looked elsewhere for a while.
My youngest daughter could not wait. She jumped out from behind the drapery and shouted, “Here I am, Mama!” Like my daughter, I sometimes, think Jesus can’t see me. I feel isolated and afraid.
How thankful I am for the songs his Spirit stirs in my heart, reminding me of his presence and his promises.
An Isolation Melody Jesus, your word is my assurance I will trust you when I cannot see Where you are and what you’re doing— I feel like I’m in isolation It is very frightening to me I want to see your face I want to see your face I want to see your face And feel your embrace Jesus, your word is my assurance I will trust you when I cannot see Where you are and what you’re doing— I feel the wind; a storm is brewing It is very frightening to me I want to see your face I want to see your face I want to see your face And feel your embrace Jesus, your word is my assurance I will trust you for I know you can see Where I am and what I’m doing— I am not in isolation You are in this space with me If in this time and in this place, I do not see your face Or feel your embrace I’ll compose a song of praise Jesus, your word is my assurance I will trust you when I cannot see Where you are and what you’re doing— One day you will appear and say It’s time to leave; child, come with me Forever, I will see your face Forever, I will see your face Forever, I will see your face Forever, feel your embrace Jane Ault 3/27/ 2020
I really enjoyed your post. We are never truly alone. He never leaves us. This is a new season for us. We just need to listen for His still small voice to tell us what we are to do with this time.
Blessings on you dear friend.
That’s true, Debbie. How grateful we can be that Jesus’s Spirit is with us. I’m trying to pay closer attention to that still small voice. Grace and Peace to you.
Thank you, Crystal! The Lord keeps graciously giving me songs.
A poem for you Jane, with thanks for your beautiful work too!
God bless and encourage you now and always.
When gently from my tight, clenched hands
God took of earthly things which I held dear,
Confused, His love I did not understand;
I grasped still more, lest more should disappear.
But yet in love He took until
To Him alone I turned, for all else seemed
Unsteady, apt to fade; reluctant, still
I gave to Him the things I precious deemed.
He took, but then He gladly gave
First of Himself, His love, His joy and rest;
Until it seemed the things which I had saved
Were worthless toys compared to heaven’s best.
Then, while with willing, open hands
I held all earthly gifts for Him to see
And take or give, apart from my demands,
He gave me back the things He took from me.
Elizabeth Skoglund, Burbank California
Thank you, so much, Deborah, for sharing this beautiful poem!