Lost and found.

There was a girl.
Tainted by the things she was suppose to paint.
And she was looking for herself one day.
Wondering where she had disappeared to.

Only she didn't look far enough.
Until she was taken back to the Pentecost.
To the days where gifts were aplenty.
To the days where it was only Him at work.

A reminder from Him.
That the tainted can be washed clean by His blood.
That the lost can be found.
Over and over again.

"I once was lost but now I'm found,
Was blind but now I see"