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I have to admit; lately I haven’t been feeling God’s presence in my life as strong as times before; it kind of reminds me of the poem “Footprints;” where you look at the footprints in the sand; you only see one pair; you think they are your footprints and you are walking alone in times of trials; not realizing it’s the Father’s footprints you are seeing and he has been carrying you all along.


Sometimes in your life; it gets quiet and you wonder where has your Savior gone off to but you don’t realize he still there; he is still working on your behalf but sometimes he is just keeping a low profile. My Father’s still with me but like I keep saying this is my waiting season, so there’s no big noise here.

Footprints in the Sand – Poem

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.


This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.


So I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?”


The Lord replied,
“The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you.”


Mary Stevenson

By |2017-02-22T13:21:31+00:00September 3rd, 2008|Poetry Talk|2 Comments

2 Comments

  1. Tameka August 17, 2009 at 5:18 pm - Reply

    the person that wrote this was touched by God in a different way because he touched me when i read this. this is the most wonderful poem ever written.

  2. melita Galea July 25, 2011 at 4:22 am - Reply

    This is the most sensitive poem, that touched my heart.

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