Footprints
Footprints
Written: by Miracle Man
4/12/2017
Footprints I’ve left beneath me,
Became like silent whispers of wind,
As echoes of the past filled my mind;
I rarely accepted life as it came to me.
Fires that once burned,
Age had a way of extinguishing;
I saw the slow disappearance of things once loved,
As age asphyxiated my identity;
We expire a little bit each day,
As the miracle of death creeps closer;
Then we’ll pass through life’s terminal portal,
Where every knee shall bow and tongue confess;
And God’s voice will no longer be muted,
By the noise of the world;
Tom
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2017
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