I donât see any problem if God would, like a loving father, let us know that he existed.
However, I love Rich Mullinsâ âPlaying Hard to Get,â meditation here.
You who live in Heaven,
Hear the prayers of those of us who live on Earth,
Who are afraid of being left by those we love,
Who get hardened in the hurt.
Do you remember when You lived down here,
Where we all scraped,
To find the faith to ask the daily bread?
Did You forget about us
After You had flown away?
Well, I memorized every word You said.
Still, Iâm so scared, Iâm holding my breath,
While Youâre up there, just playing hard to get.
You who live in radiance,
Hear the prayers of those of us who live in skin,
We have a love thatâs not as patient as Yours was,
But still we do love now and then.
Did You ever know loneliness,
You ever know need?
Do You remember just how long a night can get?
When You were barely holding on,
Did Your friends fall asleep,
They donât see the blood thatâs running in Your sweat?
Will those who mourn be left uncomforted,
While Youâre up there just playing hard to get?
And I know You bore our sorrows,
And I know You feel our pain,
And I know that it would not hurt any less
Even if it could be explained
And I know that I am only lashing out
At the One who loves me most.
And after I have figured this, somehow,
What I really need to knowâŠ
Is if You who live in eternity
Hear the prayers of those of us who live in time?
We canât see whatâs ahead,
And we cannot get free from what weâve left behind.
Iâm reeling from these voices that keep screaming in my ears,
All these words of shame and doubt, blame and regret,
I canât see how Youâre leading me,
Unless Youâve led me here,
To where Iâm lost enough to let myself be led.
And so Youâve been here all along, I guess.
Itâs just Your way, and You are just plain hard to get.
Songwriters: Rich Mullins. For non-commercial use only.