I was here
I did I’ve done everything I wanted and it was more than I thought it would be
I wanna leave my footprints in the sands of time
I wanna say that I’ve done everything I wanted and it was more that I thought it would be.
I wanna make my mark on this world.
But am I going about this in the wrong way?
Should i really want to have people walk in my footsteps or the footsteps of Christ.
The sand between my toes.
The waves hitting the beach.
The seagulls singing their tunes.
I’ve never been on this beach before.
I don’t know where I’m going.
I couldn’t give you directions to where I’m at or where I’m going
I have no leader,
No guide to direct me,
Just wandering down the sandy path.
I make a few wrong turns
I stop to pick up a seashell,
I sit to take in the vastness of the ocean,
I wade to get a feel of the water on my body,
I stoop to build a sandcastle,
Then I stop
Someone else follows my footprints in the sand
To find their direction but instead of getting where they need to be
Stop to pick up a seashell,
Sit to take in the vastness of the ocean,
Wade in to get a feel of the water on their body,
Stoop to build a sandcastle
If I had only taken a different route,
I could have gotten to my destination sooner,
If I had not stopped,
maybe I would have made it to my destination.
That way the person that came after may have survived.
I woke up from this terrible nightmare and realized
I got to walk down this beach with a guide,
Someone who knows every grain of sand,
Every wrong and right turn.
Someone who knows the end from the beginning.
I need to walk with a guide to tell me which way to go.
That way the people that come after me
Will see two sets of footprints in the sand,
They would know that, I was there
But not only was I there,
But that my guide, Jesus walked with me
And that made all the difference.
(I don’t own this photo. http://llerrah.com/images6/footprintstop.jpg)