Lost and found
Who is it, who walks your road?
One amoungst this ramshackle lot, who carries your load.

Am I he, could I be, a man who searches for true light?
Or yet again, here in sin, do I wander in endless night?

Plans seem righteous when they are my own.
In a company of fools without you, I'm alone.

Deceived by a thousand lesser lights, deceived by my own pride,
deceived by what I thought was right, deceived into a lie.

Hear my cry as it shall not cease, till in your arms I'm found
hear my praise and unspoken plee's, place my feet on solid ground

Word of truth, Word of life, Word that became flesh and died.
Flesh that laughed, flesh that cried, flesh who's spilt blood crushed the lie.

This same Word that became flesh, I now call Lord.
Daily am I pierced, by this double edged sword.

To know you, to show you, the only acceptable sacrifice I can give.
To go through, to be new, the death which means life with you to live.