I Am Lost, In You I Trust Poem by JOBY JOHN

God is my all, my soul, my breath,
My life, my light, my hope in death.
I walked through valleys, far and wide,
With weary steps and broken pride.

I stumbled once, then fell again,
Through paths of sorrow, grief, and pain.
The more I walked, the more I bled—
My soul and body softly fled.

And so I vanished, lost from sight,
Swallowed by the endless night.
Tears and mourning filled the air,
And friendships vanished in despair.

A mother's wail, a father's cry—
Their love now echoes in the sky.
My blood is gone, my warmth has died,
In silent shadows, I abide.

Darkness wraps me, cold and deep,
No voice to hear, no peace to keep.
My mind is numb, my body bare,
A hollow soul in deadened stare.

No food I crave, no drink I seek,
No scent, no sound, no voice to speak.
The mice have come, their king is near,
Their feast begins—I feel no fear.

They drill, they tear, they burn, they bite,
Through bone and flesh without respite.
Now dust and ash are all I see—
A ghost of what I used to be.

Who am I? What name is mine?
I, I, I—lost in time.
Yet deep within, a whisper mild:
A prayer, a plea, a cry so wild—

My God, in You I place my trust.
Though I am nothing, You are just.
You are my help, my only stay,
My dawn, my truth, my final way.