I know the way to town,

I go to a job every day.

I can drive to the mountains.

And plot a course along the way.

I can find a route to most any state.

Who needs a map, folded and square?

My GPS will get me anywhere.

Confidently, I would navigate stormy seas!

But, strange as it seems,

I cannot find the way to Me.

I can find an answer to most any problem.

Search out a clerk in a department store. 

I can find the odd sock gobbled by laundry,

And, in a jungle, tame a lion that roars.

I believe I could find the mysterious East,

Without benefit of compass or fee.

But, for all the wonderful things I can do,

I cannot find the way to Me.

Where do I go to find the Me who is lost?

Where is the wonder of that little place?

It seems that somewhere over the years,

Some monster ate Me and left not a trace.

But the Architect who fashioned Me

Made Me to be an eternal design.

So, if I seek the Master Planner,

The answers to Me, I will find.

(Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.  Matthew 6:33)