Savior

I stand here waiting, watching, listening.

Where are you I wonder?

Where is my master?

My maker?

My greatest fears surround me, they choke me.

I try and break free but weakness claims me.

I cannot see you, I cannot hear you.

My soul cries out, Father! Father!

My bones begin to crack, I cannot move.

Is this the end?

Is this where my joy fades?

I cry, and cry.

I am lost and confused.

Jesus where are you?

Savior come.

I thought my hope was lost, but then I see a light.

A light I knew very well, he scooped me up and held me in his arms.

I dare not wander again.

I rejoice because he  left the ninety nine, and found his little lost lamb, me.



No matter how far we wander, God will always be right behind us.

That is the meaning of this poem.

God bless.