Lost

From morn till setting sun,

We’re searching for release;

From dusk till misty dawn,

Rays of hope for relief.

Help me Lord all the way,

To bear my heavy cross;

Help me Lord to see the day,

When jubilantly I pass across.

I boldly plead for your touch,

To help me garner courage;

Up down is how life goes much,

In mere sequential dosage.

NORTH and SOUTH, the hopes rise,

EAST and WEST, the compass missed;

Days and nights, full of advice,

Only in you, Lord, we’re blessed.