'All Can Never Be Lost' Poem by Marcus Nunnally

Where do You hide, when I am fit-to-be-tide, and I truly know not what to do.
I wish I could see, all of Your deeds, and the marvelous works that You do,
but where can I find, enough precious time, to allow this dream to come true?
I do miss the days where we'd sing Your praise, with a camfire all aglow,
a candle in hand, a guitar lead the band, and I didn't care that anyone knew.
On sun shiny days, it is easy to praise, all through the afternoons.
Yet, when there are clouds, and lingering doubts, can I still claim that's all of You?
Why does it start, to rip us apart, at the mention of Your cross?
In such a sweet move, You sent Him to prove, that all can never be lost.
So again today, I try not to stray, but help those to find Your light.
I will not bend, until they comprehend, or it is time to give up my fight