The Misplaced

I fear as the years are racing past
That for some, there are things misplaced,
Not suddenly or tragically, without notice,
But still, gradually, a waste,

Perhaps some small retracted stance,
Once decided with prayerful tears,
Or a wall built of purity and honesty,
Eroded through the years,

I raise the call to build again,
(All things misplaced can be found),
Trust the Lord to revive, redraw the lines,
There’s help for those who turn around!

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