The Lost Were Found
When tears I cry I cry for me,
In selfish pride my tears flow.
I know this doesn't have to be;
It doesn't and this I know.
But when He cried His bitter tears
He wept with grief, not shame.
He payed for sins of all the years,
And still we mocked His name.
Our Lord and Savior took the blow,
He sacrificed His life, in love.
We murmur as we reap and sow,
While He looks pitying from above.
So patient with our wayward paths
He stretches forth His kindly hand
While reaching up we touch at last
The beauty of His holy land.
In glorification we look around
And wonder at our senseless minds,
In wandering the lost were found,
And sight was given to the blind.
Casting golden crowns at His feet
We thank Him for His narrow track,
And for His mercy ever meet,
We say with content "no turning back."