Missing Person

So this morning, I got up made coffee, went outside to watch the sun rise, pray for the family, and set my day's rudder.  It's going to be a warm humid one so I set out to mow the lawn early while the dew was still on each blade. I put on Pandora and was mowing to the music when some lyrics by Micheal W Smith hit me.

...Guarded and cynical now, can't help but wondering how, my heart evolved into the rock beating inside of me?  So I reel such a stoic ordeal; where's that feeling that I don't feel? There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain, and like a child he would believe without a reason...Without a trace he disappeared into the void and, I've been searching for that missing person.

Who dimmed that glowing light that once burned so bright in me?  Is this a radical stage, a problematical age that keeps me running from all that I used to be?  Is there a way to return, is there a way to unlearn that carnal knowledge that's chipping away at my soul? Have I been gone too long, will I ever find my way home?

He used to want to walk the straight and narrow, he had a fire and he could feel it in his marrow.  It's been a long time and I haven't seen him lately though I've been searching for that missing person...