Lost
Stumbling through the darkness
Seeking the skill of a sculptor
Seeking the vision of three kings
I had lost my compass through life
I was lost!
Taking so so many wrong turns
I prayed for a healing hand,
a signpost to lead me to water
The evening skies yawned and coughed.
And opened their eyes
The sculptor shuffled up to me
Taking my hand, he gave me back my compass
The evening sky turned on it's lights
Pinpricks of light filled the skies
It was as if I saw the floor of heaven
I approached a winged horse
She would take me home
"What have I done to deserve guidance", I asked?
You were prayed for.
You believed.
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