Lost Child

I ran.

I fell down.

I cried.

Then, Someone lend me a hand.

I stood up.

Ran still.

Fell down once again.

Cried once more.

Then, Someone lend me a hand.

I stood up.

Ran over and over.

Fell down. 

I cried many times.

I needed a hand.

But, no one came to lend me His hand.

Hopeless.

Aimless.

Useless.

Nothing but a sinful child.

Tired.

I asked myself.

What about giving up?

I closed my eyes.

Hoped to die.

Then I saw Someone.

Smiling at me.

Not lending His hand.

He came near.

Wiping away my tears

Saying;

You ran.

I followed.

You fell down.

You cried.

I wiped your tears.

I helped you stand.

I told you, "Come here my child, stop running, let Me carry you."

You failed to listen.

You stood up.

Ran still.

I followed.

You fell down.

You cried over and over.

I dried your tears.

I helped you stand.

I kept saying, "I love you, child."

But you didn't hear Me.

You didn't seem to care.

You stood up.

Kept running.

Running away.

Away from Me.

You got lost.

Still, I followed.

You fell many times.

You cried.

But I cried river of tears.

Yes, I didn't help you to stand.

Child, I carried you.

I suffered for you.

My only Son died for you.

He made you a way.

Just to save you.

You're not hopeless.

You're not aimless.

You're not even useless.

In my eyes you are flawless.

You are sinful not.

For you have been saved.

Saved from all your sins.

And that's because, I love you.

Though you ran away.

Away from me.

I never stopped running.

Running after you.

I never will, My child.

Now, My lost child, run with Me.

Forever.