Footprints
I see reminders of Him;
Carved into the trees,
On the sides of roads.
I’d like to think it’s more than pure coincidence-
That He leaves signs for me to see.
I’ve heard about the man’s footsteps in the sand.
I too, feel like the man.
My footsteps remain the track of one person,
But I feel Him-
Holding my hand along the way.
I try my best to hold onto Him,
Even though sometimes I don’t feel a hand.
And when I don’t feel His hand,
I keep my faith.
For I know,
That He is still in my heart.
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