There was a road called “Lost”

Which I traveled at great cost

With crooked streets and no road signs

When all seemed to be left behind.

 

When no direction was granted me

And fog was so thick I couldn’t see

I wondered if ever I might find “me.”

On this road called “Lost.”

 

Then soon some turns brought sweet surprise

And hope again began to rise

Then Jesus opened up my eyes

With a hint of unexpected sunrise.

 

It appeared this road that I called, “Lost,”

Led me to a unique cross

Where I would find the Potter’s hands

Molding me for unseen lands.

 

If other roads had been my plight

And the “me” I’d known had not there died

Surely I’d been more lost, yet, still

Instead of meeting the “me” revealed.

 

I’ve come to now sure understand

That “Lost” to me is not “Lost” to Him

And what a miracle I have seen

This road called “Lost,” did help find “me.”