Lost then Found

March 1, 2015

I had everything,

but I didn't appreciate it.

This world is tempting.

I had been throwing a fit.

My father in heaven knows what's weighing on my mind.

He's like a shadow by side.

I don't know where to go, I have been blind.

But he will be my guide.

Just like the Prodigal son, I lost my way.

Just like the Prodigal son, I need to find my way home.

I need to get down on my knees and pray.

I don't know why I left to go roam.

As I headed back,

My father was outside waiting for me.

This time, I will try not to lose track.

This time, I won't flee.

My father will always care.

His love will never age.

His love will always be in the air.

It's time for me to turn the page.

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