Footprints

Over and over I play the scene in my mind. The day I let go of God's hand. Only to be left behind. My purpose in life is a long and winding path. In fear of tomorrow. Scared today is my last. Lost in a world that is dark and grim. Everytime my path is lit my lamp is out of oil again. As I reevaluate my life it's all 20/20 I stumble in a rut and land to my knees crying. As I come to my senses I am greeted by a superior being. Quieting me mentally to keep me from worrying. With a gleem in his eye he stops to stare. Then I get this feeling I have nothing to fear. He held out his hand as if to Rise. I could tell that he cares. I see it in his eyes. Now when I look back there are one set of prints in the sand. Because when in need God came to me and gave me a hand.