"Do you remember when You lived down here where we all scrape
to find the faith to ask for daily bread?
Did You forget about us after You had flown away?
Well I memorized every word You said...
Still I'm so scared, I'm holding my breath
while You're up there just playing hard to get.
"I'm reeling from these voices that keep screaming in my ears -
all these words of shame and doubt, blame and regret.
I can't see how You're leading me (unless You've led me here
to where I'm lost enough to let myself be led...)
And so, You've been here all along I guess...
It's just Your ways and You are just plain hard to get."
~Rich Mullins, Hard To Get, 1998
