Where Do I Go
when I’ve lost my way
How do I sew what has been torn
I’ve seen a criminal he looks familiar
If I’ve misplaced my soul losing the pieces
To this puzzle that I awake to each morning
I search for it only to see Him at every turn
Holding it beckoning me whispering my name
How does He know my name
This bumpy road shakes me rattles me
this world has had too much to drink
stumbling and fumbling in the darkness
This road comes to an end with no turning back
Then He whispers my name
with my soul as the prize
And with a grin, he knows I am tired, He
takes me by the right hand and says
Let’s go for a walk
Frank Black Blacharczyk
John 6:44
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