Where's Waldo

Where is god when I need him?
Is he hiding in my I-Spy books?
Maybe he’s under my bed,
or out in the corn field.
I’m close to finding you,
but then you disappear.
This game hurts my head.
Come out, Come out,
where ever you are.
I’m calling it quits.
You hid too well.
Where was your hiding spot?
Now our little games are done,
our little lives are gone.
It’s time to face the heat.