It seems that God has always been calling to us:

Where Are You? Where Are You?

It started in the garden.

Adam and Eve, they wanted to know more,

They wanted to be like God.

Then they became ashamed.

Knew they had done wrong.

And hid from God.

And God who came for his evening stroll,

Called out to his most precious children:

Where are you? Where are you?

God called out to Samuel,

But it had been so long since anyone had listened

To the voice of God that he did not know who it was.

He didn’t even know to say

Here am I.

God called the prophets

And through their fleshly mouths

He called to his precious children:

Where are you? Where are you?

Time and again, we wondered off the path.

Down some dark and lonely road

Or up some high and bright hill.

Left God calling out:

Where are you? Where are you?

But the hound of heaven never lets us go.

Never ceases the hunt.

The Shepherd climbs the ceaseless hills over and over.

Where are you? Where are you?

He does seek us, even when we think ourselves a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God.

We are prone to wander Lord, we feel it.

Prone to leave the God we love.

And so the ten lepers with their priceless gift of health,

But a word from Jesus and it was done.

Made whole and clean.

Though only one gives thanks.

 Leaves the savior saying again:

Where are you? Where are you?