The Lost

I’m not the brightest bulb out there,

I forget many things,
And I can be irascible
With all the grief that brings.
 
I’m not the one that you’d pick out
Of any crowd you see,
In fact, I tend to be lost in
Simple obscurity.
 
I am of little value to
Anyone, even me,
By all the standards of the world
I’m boring as can be.
 
And yet I am the very one,
The lost and broken soul,
To whom God sent His only Son
To redeem and make whole.
 
Luke 19:10
For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.