The lost one sees every day

He tries to see God’s way

He continues to travel alone

Wondering what’s in stone

He grapples with fear

Wondering if God is near

He searches for peace of mind

Which is hard to find

He longs for the love

Coming from heaven above

He looks all around

Wondering what he’s found

He looks in his heart

While deciding where to start

He longs for a home

Where his soul can roam

He tries not to cry

He often wonders why

And he doesn’t know

Which way to go

The lost one tries to be free

He wonders what’s meant to be

He looks at his naysayers

While saying his prayers

Then searches for a place

Filled with mercy and grace

He wants direction

He longs for protection

He tries to be strong

Whether he’s right or wrong

He deals with his sorrow

He wonders about tomorrow

He wonders what’s real

What he should conceal

He thinks about faith indeed

As he plants every seed

He longs to speak

He tries to reach his peak

He wants something pure

He longs to feel secure

He’s a lost one