The Things Lost
By Chase Willden
The things that are lost aren't lost when they are found,
until the time when they are found, what is to be done?
Many look until the departing of the sun,
others give up because it's not there.
Did you think to offer up a humble prayer?
The sun glimmers through the unbroken window,
so you knew to get down on your knees.
You fold your arms, there's not a sound.
You ask, "Please, help me find my lost soul."
You sit and wait until it's dark.
Then, just when you think no one is listening,
a voice came small and simple about what's missing.
"I forgive you," declares the Father from his heavenly throne.
You open your eyes, stare at the ground,
see the stars, in the heavens around.
A star shoots across the sky,
and your eyes forms many tears,
you found what was missing for years.
You know your Heavenly Father was there,
all from offering up a humble prayer.
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