you bring me closer to the Lord

i am lost. But they say, one who is lost
is ultimately found. Be it here.
Or there. I will be found.

by you. You will catch me
red handed on a faith
that is lost like a sheep

and you shall come with
your staff and call me
by my name. You say

You are mine. You are my long
lost child. And you embrace me.
Like the way my
father once embraced me.

and i will cry. and i will be
comforted. You tell me again

You love me. I love you.
Then we walk hand in hand.
And then so weary
i get tired. and then you pick
me up and hold me with
your arms. and then you carry
me.

and then i fall asleep.
and dream of you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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