I am lost. I find myself on a path to a destination called nowhere, grabbing selfish desire and never thinking of my destiny. I cry out is someone out there, but all i do is waste air, all i do is speak to air. It seems no one cares. But what seems is not what it is meant to be, a voice not speaking directly to me, but showing me. An action that followed his words, he cares, he is always there,  his name is Jesus and he shared our same air. He had a throne, he was the son, he was the heir to to the kingdom. He saw me, he came to me, he came for us. He lost his home, but his cause wasnt lost, on a mission for us he came, lived like us the same, but not for his glory or fame, but to profess God's name! There is no other name. When it seems lost think the cross, for I myself am not lost, but found. Glory to God, to the Great I am! I am found.