Lost Man

I was given in birth of human, a divine call, a glorious breath of life. My name bestowed, my life flawed from before my time, yet my name was spilt from your love and forgiveness. Death echoes its call over and over. My eyes search to the knowledge of humanity, and my soul to the source of your love. 

Struggle and strife, I became a son, a gift to your children and the love they shared. Carried by waves of confusion, battle cries for the solidarity of this life and it's blessings. Grown through wilderness and thorns choked with knowledge, not for love my eyes led me astray. 

For on my own I leaned on my own understandings, while finding your enchanting whisper evermore true, and trusting. You called me through your servants, disciples, and shepherds. From whom they found my life easily swayed to that which is closest. Then, Your love grasped my soul, and in that time I knew peace, mercy, love, and forgiveness. I found the promise engraved on my heart, every breath and beat of life. Your servants, disciples, and shepherds were close, and Love was within me. 

I found the way, then found my way, love ceased, life withdrew, lost became my name. Your servants no longer find service in this heart, your disciples find no grasp of teaching in this mind, and your shepherds call others away from this infection. The Lost Man, I claim for I have no other claim to hold. For I lose what is bestowed, I wonder from that which is given, and I tarnish what is made clean. Lost I am, man I am, yet I hold dear the presence I once knew, the presence you once shared in this heart, this life. I call out your name, but I have forsaken the promise given to your child. Lost is the man who had been called by the Father. Weary is the breath of the wanderer. Yet cherished is the life you made precious. 

 My lifesong speaks against your glory, how I wish to know the mute. My service destroys the majesty of you works, precious I would be to live crippled. My knowledge refutes the fullness of your truth, blessed this man will be to find the wonder of an infant. 

I am the Lost Man, this is my cry for forgiveness, my prayer for salvation, and my pouring out of all that keeps me from knowing your presence again. I lay it before You may you bless it all and be glorified in all that you are. 

For I have been Found