~where footprints fade Upon the shore of life I stand, a trail of prints runs through the sand. Two sets of footsteps, side by side, through joy, through peace, and rising pride. But as the nights grew long with fear, as pain was sharp, and none was near, I looked behind and saw just one — I whined in grief, I thought You’d gone! Confused and hurt, my voice did cry, “Oh Lord, You said You’d walk nearby!” “My child,” You whispered, soft and true, “When pain was deep, I carried you.” So now I know You‘re always near, through every doubt, through every tear; So now my heart does rest in grace, for I have felt Your warm embrace. -Bianca after “Footprints in the sand” #FootprintsInTheSand #Spirituality #God #Life #Death