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I've never been one for "Jesus Junk". You know, all those Christian nick-nacks.
That's why I never took Mary Stevenson's poem "Footprints" seriously. I'd seen
it turned into crass commercialism. However, when Cynthia first played me this
song, I knew I was listening to something special. Even more amazing is that
she was only 14 when she wrote it.
She had personally been encouraged by the poem, and had a copy in her bedroom.
Then one day she decided to turn it into a song.
It is already popular in a number of churches, and has a way of touching
people's hearts
Last night I had a dream
A dream so real so true
A dream of He who guides my life
Of He who sees me through
I was walking down the beach
On windswept sands of time
And He was walking there with me
Our prints in two straight lines
The sky was as a movie screen
A film I sure did know
I saw my life, its ups and downs
My highest highs and lows
Then I looked back down the beach
Down trodden sands of time
But when my life was sad and low
There only was one line
So I cried out to the Lord
"Jesus, where have you gone
Why did you leave me, leave me then
In my hardest times alone?"
He answered lovingly
“My precious, precious child
I Always will be there with you
Forever at your side
In all your suffering
Whatever be the crime
I'll pick you up and carry you
Let your footprints be mine”
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