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Footsteps of a Stranger

Have you ever walked in the footsteps of a stranger? Through each day.. Comes our way You may see.. Even within their voices That they maybe... what they say... and believe Just the same as you and me Have ever really ever wondered What is in their hearts or in their minds? Of each of these Strangers... passing’s Wonder within their footsteps... wherever may lead Never knowing who they really are But someday wish to see Ever wonder... of the footsteps of these strangers Have ever thought... wondering where they go Wherever their hearts... or thoughts maybe lingering Within their voice... does it really show? Have you ever walked in footsteps of a stranger? Seeing what choices... they make in others’ lives Can you see the love of God in others? Or yet do they behold... anger and strife Wondering which way within their footsteps What causes them to choose what they do? To make these choices... why Why... they do… what they do... who is true When you walk among the footstep of a stranger Can you hear within their voices... how they feel? Deep inside... is it excitement... of glorious Love Or do you see in their footsteps Of something they're covering up.. inside Come in walk in their footsteps Can you see... what’s written upon their faces? Of all these strangers here within places Then wonder which way they are walking Do they know the difference? Between day or night See within the steps of strangers Wherever their hearts may lay What steps are they beholding? Tis written on the words they display Does the footsteps of a stranger Display Love... forgiveness... and mercy Or do they betray the hardness... Come to Jesus Follow His Steps Walk in the Steps of Christ Receive Eternal Life

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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