Hide Me
I never quite understood the old hymns that asked God to hide them. Maybe it was because I was always free-spirited and relatively devoid of care. I was always more for the “strengthen me, use me” kind of songs that would inspire me to go forth and change the world.
Tonight I just want to curl up and lie on my bed. I want so much to be hid - from all the things that are happening around us.
It sucks to tremble with fear just before switching on CNN. It is not the acts of terror that strike the most fear in me; it is the visual realisation of what we might have become.
Hide me.
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I know how you feel.
Me? I want to see. No, not see, or gawk, or watch. "Witness." In more than one sense of the word. That what's I find myself trying to hold onto.
Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff,they
comfort me.
Trainwrecking, you can't bear to turn away cause you have to see even though the sight may be repugnant to you. Responsible for the slowdowns at traffic accidents, responsible for the ratings during O.J.'s trial, responsible for endless warblogging.