A deal that was cut one awful "days end"
swapped my heart for a gaping black hole.
My hope was lost in the bargain
by a crash that stole dreams from my soul.

A toll I could never have planned to pay
was levied that dreadful dark night,
when the son I had such a short time to know
was suddenly torn from my sight.

In shock and anguish I heard myself cry,
"Why him, and why us, this great cost?"
You see, all I saw in my shortsighted view
was his absence. To me he was "LOST !"

So I waxed up the runners for a sleigh-ride to hell
and slid down to the darkness of self.
And let grief pump hard on my own dusty well
till I finally asked YAHWEH for help.

I think of things now in the darkest of darks.
How easily they're found with a Light!
And remember the Father of all who are lost
and know that He keeps us in sight.

Oh! Picture the joy as my precious boy's led
to Perfection he's not before known,
by the Savior who rescues lost waifs from this world
and adopts each one as His own.

There's a table of Love, in a great banquet hall,
in God's palace on heavenly ground.

So I'll wait to be "lost" and to dine in my turn,
with my son ..as another son FOUND !

by Dave Simmons