Disappearing Act

Sometimes I wish I could disappear
Hide me in the cleft of the Rock

Draw me near

To fall in love again

Sometimes I dream of great adventure in distant nations

Then I see the tears of Christ for my neighbours

Sometimes I think of living like the rich and famous

Then laughter makes me realise I have treasure more precious

I long for more

And I realise I need to once again
Surrender

Bowing in the presence of the King
Face down in the presence of the King

Empty

So He can fill me again