Footprints

I often try to follow,
In the footprints that aren't mine...
Everyday upon the beach,
But following takes time.

I often stop to wonder,
Wether, these footprints that aren't mine;
Existed in another place
and in another time.

Perhaps it's christ I'm following,
And if so I must strive...
To fill those footprints with my feet,
As he did when alive.

now I will think differetly,
When I come across some more....
For Christ' love lives eternally,
I can feel it to my core.

Following will take my time,
But I will gladly do it.
And should these footprints wash away...
I pray,my Lord,renew it.

It helps me 'long my narrow path,
It renews my strentgh to be,
The best "little kid" that ever....
did live to cross the stormy sea.

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