Search For Greater Worth

He is afraid of the unseen,
And reaches for what righteousness means,
But there's always something hurting more,
And he cries, Jesus, make me pure,
And he stands to fight the fight of truth,
As evil and wickedness hotly pursue,
He endures what he can and falls to cry,
My God, how much longer must I try?
And he lives to serve but is so afraid,
That the debt he is in has not been paid,
So he trembles and breaks and cries to His God,
What is it I keep doing wrong?
And the road that he walks winds endlessly,
If only he could stop and see,
That his future holds more than a world of sin,
More than failing and countless attempted wins,
Then maybe he'd stand, and dare to dream,
Of the things that once were more than they seemed,
Then would he cry out with his hands unbound,
This man was lost but has been found!