I trace my footsteps,
through the years,
remembering the tears and fears.
Wondering about the reason,
that my footsteps,
have strayed so far from home.
Wonder where their leading me to
and I stop and look behind me.
So many bridges burned behind,
so many things left,
aching in the heart.
Knowing that the home I left behind,
in no longer a home of mine.
Wondering if someday,
back I might stray,
to just see it all,
one more time,
finding the peace that I seek.
I can see it all,
the years that have flown,
they brought much rain and shine
and I can see the times,
where I slipped and fell.
The times when I needed help
and it seems that it was in those times,
that there were footsteps beside me
and where I had stumbled and fallen,
there were only one pair of strong footsteps.
I realized that it was during those times.
that the Lord had reached out His hand,
to help me up or had carried me,
through the rough seas –
Then I looked forward
and I knew wherever my footsteps,
would take me from this day forth,
I’d be just fine,
because I wasn’t walking alone –
I was walking with the Lord.