Lost and found

You know, we might be Christians and strive to be more like Christ
But that doesn't make us any less human than we are
I might look proper and sound proper or look like I've got everything around me in order
But I encounter suffering too, one way or another
And Christian leaders are called to help me understand it's meaning and breakthrough
And that someone doesn't look so doesn't make them any lesser than we are
Or needing lesser love or respect than they deserve
Lesser love or respect than we give them



You can find me at the lost and found section, where you worship, at the back
Coming off a long journey, out exploring for a track
Out exploring for some training or some music that could take away this pain that I'm sustaining off this burden on my back I'm feeling a little lost, and a little light headed
The light that I was headed for kinda lost me
Just as soon as I stumble across your door, pursuing the chosen lamb
Searching for greener pastures like your Pastor?

Been out seeking some old time religion, religion that time passed us
In times religion has passed and the wisdom of prior masters
Same time chasing my masters, trying to get me some degrees
And stay hot and in demand like some tea

When you doing Starbucks in the a.m
Doing everything I can for star bucks in the lay-in
Put in work hoping that my star bucks to the stars and I'm heying with stars in the skybox
And I'm the man when I am

Regrettably, I've been a young, egocentric, self-righteous trotter
Biblically what you call a Pharisee
Searching far in seas, for some light and some truth
That could lead me to a higher state of conscious
While I'm bleeding in my conscience My light shine bright
Deep down I be in dungeons
Real-time I take flight
But deep down, I'm taking plunges
In the pool of despondency
I'm lauded for my flawless and demure chase of currency
And how I'm such a sage

Worst part is I'm defficient, and nobody's at my aid
The Preacher talks about prosperity before he trying to save
By endeavouring to save, endeavouring to enslave
Where the wages of sin is the minimum wage

Worst part is I'm defficient, and nobody's at my aid
The Preacher talks about prosperity before he trying to save
By endeavouring to save, endeavouring to enslave
Where the wages of sin is the minimum wage

I'm lost... I'm lost..



I kinda feel lost, tell me there's a way out.. mhmm
Because I feel lost, a way out oohh ooh
Because I feel lost.. mhmm
And I need to be found mmhmmm
I need to be found
Ooh.. Ooohh



I found this lady at the lost and found section when the sermon was on
She had her clothing really tight and a lot of make-up on
Had a tattoo on her forearm that read "charm"
And her neck charm was a Jesus piece
That just rang me alarm

Had to be one of the girls that worked at the tool store by farm house
Giving herself as a tool to all that harm
And abuse of her temple
The one this whole 'nother preacher always warned me to resent
I gotta keep her at arm's length

The sermon dwelt on the theme, "Bad habits"
On Homosexuality and Substance addicts
At the end, there was a call to the altar
And all eyes were on her, condescendingly
My heart found gravity

Then I saw the congregation blemished, in stains and blasphemy
Judging had become a normality
Ridicule an acceptable and scriptural routine to edify
Sanctimony had become a culture we ought to publicize?

Look, I'm not the bestman G, I'm the bride
My face is all covered, there's flaws I try to hide
I'm a beautiful disaster, I should never take pride
In my errors it's His grace that enables and qualifies

I'm not the bestman G, I'm the bride
My face is all covered, there's flaws I try to hide
I'm a beautiful disaster, I should never take pride
In myself...

And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another

And the lifter of my head will lift my head
And unveil my veiled face, the true me
And everything that I've hidden, He'll find, and perfect
I'll be found, I will be found..


Oh boy