It's easy to be lost: tell the ones you meet you're not sure where you are,
accept pity, wander more.
It's harder to be found, to sit and wait for direction,
to read things that make you cry
capsize lies, pin down truth.
How hard to be found, but in the end, easy isn't easy.
Lost is indecision; being found is deciding, choosing,
choosing to surrender, to bow, to worship
choices that you will never regret.
God, I want to be found.
Listening to Bebo Norman - Pull Me Out