I sought for identity in men—
Fragments of worth in fleeting hands.
I dug deep into the world,
Craving meaning in shifting sands.

Desperate to uncover
Why my soul was stitched with breath,
I wandered through hollow echoes,
Dancing near the edge of death.

Every day,
Still wrapped in hopeless haze,
I pushed on blindly—
Chasing treasures without a map,
Trading joy for empty praise.

I was lost...
A silent searcher beneath loud skies,
Till that divine, unmarked day
When mercy found me—
Not in punishment, but embrace.

I was arrested,
Not by chains of law or man,
But by the gentle grip of grace—
An unseen hand
That led me out of shadow’s place.

Since then,
Love clothed my naked ache,
Bundled me in purpose,
And whispered truths I never knew to seek.

Now lost in Love,
I wander dawn to dusk
With eyes wide to the miracle
That He—still—loves me so.