Where’s Waldo

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I’m a little jealous of Waldo.
I mean, no one ever looks for me,
That is unless they need something.
But if I never called or wrote a thing,
I can’t say in the mind of anyone,
I’d be alive or even real.
And it’s not that they wouldn’t hear me fall,
It’s just, that no one cares.
I think I’m jealous of Waldo.
Not one in a hundred, million, billions.
I can’t say anyone ever searches me out.
And who is happy just to see my face?
But why is anyone even looking for him?
He’s like a candy cane man, Mr. Peanut wannabe.
A confused mix of the Hamburglar and Ronald’s progeny.
Is it because he’s crippled, blind or cold?
What about him causes their focus to hold?

I’m a little like Waldo.
Doing what I can just to blend in,
To not cause a scene, the flow to follow.
I mean, why can’t they go, and bother someone else?
Why does no one ever leave me alone?
But maybe, with a grin, if I can lay like stone,
They won’t find me staring, always watching them.
I feel a little bit like Waldo.
In the sea of humanity I’m always around,
It was out of everyone, me that He found.
But why on earth did He ever choose me?
I mean, at best, I’m a candy cane man,
A veritable Mr. Peanut wannabe.
Yet He was the one that searched me out,
Kept seeking “until”, purged my doubt.
A long way off, in and under a tree,
Found where I was sitting and shined on me.
Unwilling, He was willing, and sought to restore,
I’m not a cripple, blind or cold anymore.

God is kinda like Waldo.
Came to His own; they didn’t know though.
They didn’t want a candy cane man,
A root out of dry ground, without any beauty,
They wanted ostentatious, a flashy show.
But He’s a God who hides Himself; they didn’t know.
My God is kinda like Waldo.
Always seems to be hiding from me.
Even though I am diligently seeking Him to follow.
And when He actually lets me find Him,
It’s only for a moment and with that sly grin,
He then turns the page to start the hunt over again.

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Isa. 45:15, 53:2-3; Matt. 14:13; Luke 15; John 1:9-11, 47-48, 6:15; Heb. 11:6