Lost And Found Poem by Michael Gillespie

He’s rich in his addiction
A slave to earthly wealth

With all of his affliction
He seeks to find himself

His back's against the wall
And soon he'll come to know

He’s sailing toward a waterfall
A thousand feet below

His empty heart, engulfed with hate
As he feels the tense heat rise

He looks below and sees the gate
With horror in his eyes

And as the tears roll down his face
He finds himself in bed

Humbled by Amazing Grace
And shamed by the life he's lead