Hiding Place

The music throbs, the beats have synchronised with the beating of my heart,

Sleep has become a distant friend, once very close, but pushed aside for the now 

The new occupant unrest and insomnia. 

I picture with my minds eye, the swarm of revellers pulsating and gyrating 

Moving hips and flaling hands to the rythym of loud music almost defeaning. 

I'm surrounded by the four walls I called my haven, my retreat, normally my fortress, 

But for now it has failed me, the sounds have pierced through, entering my normally quiet haven.

And so I sit and contemplate, I loose myself in the sea of thoughts that have now filled my mind. 

I have been enrolled in an army, with a calling to urgency far greater than the troupes who flood the streets. 

But here I sit, hidden in the comfort of my fortress, while the enemy gets the head start. 

What have I done and what am I doing for the greater good, to complete the bigger picture?

Am I a dry weather warrior, am I one to work only in my comfort zone, to do the things that I want to do? 

Is my service only by word of mouth, or can the world truly see Jesus in and through me? 

Am I saying here am I Lord please send me, or have I said ultimately,No not me please use anyone else but me? 

And so the music continues, and the sounds bombard me on every side, 

My thoughts continue to wander but to the place where I've hidden away, they ultimately return........................