Where Do I Go

when I’ve lost my way How do I sew what has been torn I’ve seen a criminal he looks familiar If I’ve misplaced my soul losing the pieces To this puzzle I awake to each morning I search for it only to see Him at every turn Holding it beckoning me whispering my name How does He know my name This bumpy road shakes me rattles me this world has had too much to drink stumbling and fumbling in the darkness This road comes to an end with no turning back Then He whispers my name with my soul as the prize And with a grin, I know I am tired, He takes me by the right hand and says Let’s go for a walk Frank Black Blacharczyk John 6:44