one. two. three. four. five...

As Peter begins the count,

I nearly trip over my own feet:

hurrying to rush to the perfect spot.

Run! Hide!

For miss MacCready’s footsteps surround.

Run! Hide!

For the Professor lurks near.

So when I find Edmund nestled into my spot behind the curtains,

and Susan burying herself inside the bench,

Lucy and I make haste: and reach the second door on the left.

Little did I know, it wasn’t my own steps

but His, that we happened upon that wardrobe.

For it was His grace,

that shielded me from being swept into the curtains,

and locked inside hallway benches.

Oh, Lucy had no idea what awaited behind those doors:

and neither did I.

Oh, Jesus. Oh Jesus. You are my yes, You are my salvation.

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Seek, and you shall find.

- A.D.