the 'lost but found' song .

“Jesus loves me this I …
… I don’t know. I don’t know that He loves me anymore.
I let the world whirl me into believing that He wasn’t worth knowing. That I could do it on my own. That God didn’t matter. That ‘He’ wasn’t there. Ultimately, believing He didn’t care.
I believed the words that people shared. This culture has caused me to walk elsewhere.
But like roaring seas surrounding me. The screech of city sounds abounding. Anxious thoughts, and restlessness, made my pillow spin, endlessly, loudly.
“Jesus.” I call. Not in curse but desperation. Can You hear my voice? It’s solo. no congregation.
Just me … It’s only me.
“Did you turn and call My name? Look to Me and not your misery. Hand Me your griefs and your pains and all your stains. I am not the accuser. I will not bring shame.
“I Am the God Who hears.  I will answer, call me continually. I AM the God Who sees.
Do you choose to believe?
Turning to Me, is like a seed in the ground, dying. Your crying out my name offers new life, it’s true. O, … how I’ve been waiting – I’ve waited for you.
About the shame? I’ve taken it all. Your crimson stain washed white as snow. Call to Me. I will answer and show you great and mighty things …
you do not know.
Yes, I will do exceedingly abundantly, just as a seed in the ground, that dies, but then sprouts and makes glorious beauty.
I will give you back a simple melody. Look up, not out Turn to Me, not away.  We’ll soon be singing together … Love’s harmony.
I love you forever. I love you right now. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound!”