In the woman who works the street,
In the man with blistered feet
I seek your face.
In the battered wife who bleeds,
In the husband she can’t leave
I seek your face.
Jesus, I seek you, I seek your face.

In the enemy I despise,
In the hatred I can’t hide
I seek your face.
Where addictions have all gone wrong,
In the ones who don’t belong
I seek your face.
Jesus, I seek you, I seek your face.

In the memories of a child,
In the fears that run so wild
I seek your face.
In the longing to be free,
Amid all the frailty
I seek your face
Jesus, I seek you, I seek your face.

This is a song that we sing at St John’s sometimes and I love it and I really need it now.

It has been a really stressful week for me and I am exhausted. I have been confronted by a lot of my personal ‘enemies” for want of a better word, both people and things and I have struggled to be loving, to be trusting, to be forgiving. I have struggled to seek Jesus in these people, these things and the most difficult of all, (not mentioned in the song, but also important), I have failed to seek Jesus in myself.

I hope that I can.