Faith

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~ Following ~

When I first found the footprints of Jesus,
I thought them so big and bold!
I skipped, ran, and played, as I followed
Such an easy image to hold.

But as I grew older and wondered,
Mistrusting my childhood days,
The footprints weren't easy to follow.
Sometimes, they seemed in a haze.

I found, when I prayed in the darkness,
The footprints grew luminous, then.
Each night, I would ask for His guidance;
In the morning, begin again.

I followed them through the glitter,
When youth kissed my cheeks with a blush.
When pride gets a hold, makes you stumble,
New ideas threaten your trust.

Finally, I followed those footprints
Right down to the edge of life’s sea.
Footprints on water, I saw then.
These sure could not be for me!

I ran down the sandy beach searching.
(There must be some other prints there.)
But, I found I had followed those footprints so long,
No other prints could compare!

The waves were beating the shoreline.
The clouds and the tumult came!
I had to step out to follow.
The water resounded His name!

Lightning came, with the hiss of power.
But, its light revealed, up ahead,
The figure of One Whose footsteps,
All the way, through my life had led!

I can’t take my eyes off that Figure!
So, my eyes growing dim now, with years,
Hold fast to the footprints, my Savior,
As the distance between disappears.

Soon! Oh, soon! I’ll have His hand in mine
And the waves will all disappear!
I’ll be able to hear Him whisper,
"Heaven is very near!"


Blessed footprints of Jesus, my Savior!
From a child, all the way, they have been
Directing the way I should follow
To go home, at last, with Him!


©© 2007 by Joan Clifton Costner

http://underhiswings0.tripod.com

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