Oh lost one! Where art thee, where art thee?
For lost in the meadow, lost are thee.
Grazing at the lea for times lost to be, where are thee?
Waiting for thee is the greatest thee, where art thee?
A step forward you had taken, now where art thee?
Crying is the lord for you to come, where art thee?
‘ere and there, an ado created, but where art thee?
Calling out to you, but silence greets, where art thee?
Lost remain not, I say, for lord is here, where are thee?
Return back to your fold, leave the meadows, where art thee?
Oh lost one! Where art thee, where art thee?
For lost in the meadow, lost are thee.
- Dr. Hira