I’ve left footprints upon grains of sand.
I’ve left footprints in the dirt.
I’ve left my footprints on a wooded path.
They became a trail where I could leave my hurt.
I’ve left wet footprints on the sidewalk.
I’ve left crunchy footprints in the snow.
I’ve scattered leaves with shuffled footprints,
And each print felt seasons come and go.
I’ve scuffed footprints in the carpet.
I’ve trudged footprints in the mud.
I’ve padded wet footprints on the bathroom floor.
I’ve even left my trail of blood.
But of all the footprints that I’ve left,
And each has left its mark,
None has touched my heart so well
As those from my beloved Monarch.
The “King” that we all longed for
Left his footprints for me to match,
Or follow, or feel upon my soul;
No swinging gates or creaking doors for me to latch.
This Guide, this Ultimate Sustainer,
Shines an all encompassing light
To show me where my footprints have been
And trust in His delight in my flight to becoming alright.
Susan Ceely Philips