I’ve always believed you were


That your will was something

to find

That if I didn’t figure it out

I’d be

Something less than what you


But what kind of God hides the way

to some kind of happiness?

If this will of yours, this way,

is actually so key

Why make it so hard to find?

It doesn’t make sense

And, more,

I think it’s not true.

The only thing hiding from me

is you.

You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.
Jer. 29.13