(Lost) God's lam

As sure as I live,
My life is a retrieve.
A silent get-a-way
From universal play.

As sure as I breathe,
I hide myself in grieve.
And, exercising prayer
Death in the eye I stare.

As sure as I die
My soul to God will fly,
And rest there on green pastures
Away from Earthly vast chores.

As sure as I am
Lost and confused God's lam.
Believing to be found
And brought to Holy Ground.