Perspectives

Sometimes You seem so far away,

Just past the edge of sight,
And other times You are right there,
Clear as the moon at night.
I know that You have never changed,
The perspective is mine,
And I am grateful that Your sight,
Unlike mine, is divine.
For though I might lose sight of You,
It’s good to know You see
Your errant child, wandering lost,
Wherever I might be.