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Like a Branch in the Beak of a Bird on a Boat in a Sea
Shut my mouth to let me listen
Open my ears to hear the words I speak
Close my eyes and let light flow in
For from only the heart can vision see
Lord, I am lost
An infant foundling
And, so You sought and found me
Like a branch in the beak
Of a bird on a boat in a sea
Peace You gave me
Thorns and thistles bleached this dirty wool
Blood and sour vinegar, the debt's debt no longer known
I was lost
You found me
Like a tree on a mountain
Completely surrounded by an ocean of doubt
Grace and Hope and Mercy
And sound and sight and heart pounding
Like a dove descending south
The offering of Peace beaconed out
Beckoning: "Lost: Be Found."
