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Sunday Morning Thoughts
Of Miracle Man
November 1, 2020
I leave earthly traces of myself with each step I take.
The tracks I put down,
are guides that others can follow, or ignore.
But within each track, I leave traces of myself,
my witness to others.
Lord, help me live my life in the shadow of the cross,
living a totally surrendered life.
For when my last breath is drawn,
all that will remain are the tracks I’ve left
that pointed another to you.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2020
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