A little child in a big big crowd.
Looking for a familiar face.
The sinking feeling and stomach tightening.
Longing for my dad’s embrace.
The minutes seemed like hours.
And finally out of nowhere I saw him face-to-face.
The sense of Joy immense, but quickly forgotten.
Fast forward 30 years – lost again and running a race.
Searching for something, but not knowing what.
Something that would fill the empty space.
I had been around the world searching.
Too restless to stay in one place.
What was it that I longed for?
That I couldn’t seem to trace.
A whisper from beyond the reality I knew.
A call from someone I had tried to erase.
How could it be true?
The stories seemed so out of place.
From a book that claimed to hold the truth.
Came a challenge I was forced to face.
Did Jesus really die for me?
Was I lost and in need of His grace?
It took time for me to truly believe.
But when I did His love I could not outpace.
Like that little boy lost in a crowd.
He found me and wrapped me in His wonderful embrace.
I was lost and now I’m found.
Was blind, but now I see.