HIDE ME, PLEASE, JESUS (UPDATE)

Sometimes 

I just want to run 

and hide

and roll myself 

into a small little ball 

and crawl

into a hole,

someplace dark 

and quiet

where no one can disturb me
or even find me,

and the only voice I will hear

will be the voice of God.


PSALM 17:8 - Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings.