The Lost

... Parts of them are scattered Parts are lost somewhere Pieces that would matter None beyond repair Fragments of their gifted minds Remnants of their pasts Traces that I would they find Of love that ever lasts Echoes of the warriors strong Deceived and bound and sold Pulled apart, alone so long For truths were left untold Elements sensual, warm inside Still leave the space between Beneath the covering they yet hide And righteousness remains unseen Trapped within their fearful hearts Where I know that demons speak Yearning for a world apart But not knowing how to seek Oh sons of men, rise above Listen to the crying of your souls Breathe the refreshing breath of love And feel your minds unfold Let hearts be drawn above all else To gaining mercy, knowledge, sight To understand the sacrifice once made Is the restoration of your life Let souls be filled with joy and strength And receive immeasurable increase Just rest your hearts towards that end And rejoice in light and peace Let freedom find delight in you And remove ye all defeat Let us find faith to be renewed And grace to be complete... Romans 12:2: And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect will of God