My Fathers Footprints


I follow my fathers footprints

In the sand on the beach

To walk like Him is difficult 

His prints are just out of reach

I leap to the left and right

Like a skier on a slope

I must be quick or they will be washed out of sight 

On occasion I trip and fall

I may get lost and follow others

My name ill here Him call

For He loves me as much as my brothers 

There is no greater joy than this

Following my fathers footprints


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