Everything is Hidden, Yet Everything is Exposed
I hear their feet shuffling and their bags ruffling.
Everything is exposed as they walk the path to their destination.
Nothing between their goal in mind, and their destination in sight.
Nothing separates the silhouette of their journey and the crisp night air they walk through.
Everything is exposed, yet everything is hidden.
I see them every day as they wonder here and there.
I see a hunger within them for His love,
a yearning for wholeness and identity,
yet it is hidden by each ritual they offer in the temple.
Everything is hidden, yet everything is exposed.
I hear the passion in every thud of the drum.
I hear the joy through every verse of praise they sing.
I see their unhindered worship before Him as they dance like David danced!
Everything is exposed yet everything is hidden.
Their fear is hidden in the boldness of Christ!
The wounds of their heart are hidden in His healing power,
but their pain is hidden in tears.
Everything is hidden, yet everything is exposed.
