Wonderful WorldI leave my footprints along the sun-drenched flood line
I try to make a pattern, a mark so neat,
But the waves are playing with those prints of mine
And nearly sweep me of my feet
Oh, to touch Your great creation.
Oh, to be a part of Your wonderful world
I leave my footprints on this ancient mountain trail
The earth beneath my soles is soaking wet
The mud is sticking to my feet, still small and frail
And paints them with her deepest color red
Oh, to touch Your great creation
Oh, to be a part of Your wonderful world
I leave my footprints in the gold of glowing desert sand
My toes are digging for the cooler layer
While I let some dust run softly through my hand
And whisper all these thoughts in prayer
Oh, to touch Your great creation
Oh, to be a part of Your wonderful world
I try to make a pattern, a mark so neat,
But the waves are playing with those prints of mine
And nearly sweep me of my feet
Oh, to touch Your great creation.
Oh, to be a part of Your wonderful world
I leave my footprints on this ancient mountain trail
The earth beneath my soles is soaking wet
The mud is sticking to my feet, still small and frail
And paints them with her deepest color red
Oh, to touch Your great creation
Oh, to be a part of Your wonderful world
I leave my footprints in the gold of glowing desert sand
My toes are digging for the cooler layer
While I let some dust run softly through my hand
And whisper all these thoughts in prayer
Oh, to touch Your great creation
Oh, to be a part of Your wonderful world
That is SO BEAUTIFUL Marja.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could write poems like yours.
You carry us off into the place where you are and we can see and feel everything you do!
Thanks Wyn, for your encouraging and sweet words. You inspire me!!!!
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