What a loser I am!
I have lost my I.D.
I no longer have both gloves.
Some think I have lost my mind!!

O Father, I cannot go on like this,
You have to find me, help!

And just as I cry out to the Lord,
Hopeless apart from His Promise,
I call & find out where my I.D. is: safe.

In the evening as I head home,
I have my I.D.
I find a glove
waiting for me along the way.
And I find joy at home.

Lord God, many say you are dead,
or at least a grand loser.
But if you have lost anything,
or if anyone has been way-laid,
You are great & wise enough to know
Just where to find them & raise them up!

Father, thanks for protecting me
from the devourer
from the pest
and from the thief.
You, Lord, are my Supply, my Abundance, and my Guard!