Fingerprints

Is it not of him that his prints be made Is it not of that to which he walked To which his prints appear to lay For that of the dust of his feet he reached From the dust of his feet he made you and me Oh' what beauty you see, as he bless that of you to me That he blow like a mountain wind That there was new life in the trees For he gave unto the earth the people we see Life's give and take from thee But out of it all, he gives the greatest thing of all And that's love from up high Air he breathes as we flourish through the leaves Like a snow of heavens love, he flourished rose of love He soars from up high, to which he found to which lays And that's of the heart to stay As he had put a picture of heavens bless, to which had fallen an angel of heavens best. So next time you looking for that comets ride through, be sure you know what to do. Because when the tail comes through, we know we had the best. As we know it was that of a warm mist and sparkle, that my heart lay to rest. That I have found the best and that’s Jesus and his love, that none could even compare, to which was God’s love. And that was pure heavenly love.