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
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