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My Hiding Place
By Teresa D. Martin
With stiff-necked pride and scarlet cheeks,
I sought a place where I could hide,
Far beyond Your notice
. I searched beyond the foaming sea,
across deserts dry,
but You seemed to be
Always there before me.
Was it only chance that caused our paths to cross
at every place I paused
Awhile to catch my breath?
Or was it the Cross that caused me to look for You
at every place I paused
While I ran as if from death?
Worn out from my vain attempts to conceal myself from Your sight,
As I kneel before You,
And reveal myself and all my failures and my flaws,
I suddenly find
My hiding place.
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