© 2011 Found in being lost
I was searching for a way to feel alive
driving all the dead ends and avenues
burning gas, left were fumes as I'd drive
latched on to my being, sycophantic blues.
Sitting in my chair relishing the fire's flames
listening to music from my misspent youth
something seemed to whisper my name
telling that I'd always held the truth.
Next to me laying lonely on the lampstand
was the book I'd modeled my life around
I picked it up, flipping pages through hand
started reading the place at random I'd found.
My eyes beheld these precious loving words
that burned as brightly as the embers in the fire
I felt my soul rise as if upon wings of a bird
tears streamed, realizing my foolish desires.
I didnt venture far but I remember this line
that said "the lost are chosen by Christ"
I then understood forsakeness of all my time
trials I'd gone through, a gift to help me rise.
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