I walk with Jesus
We're walking hand in hand
The breeze is soft
Our feet feeling the sand
As we were walking to His palace of gold
A felt a strong breeze that was shivering cold
Dark clouds were Gathering
A storm was coming
I saw the storm coming in and go by
I did not hide nor fear I would die
I did not feel the storm
I was not cold, I was warm
I then looked behind our foot steps but to my surprise
I found only one pair of footsteps that were not even my size
"What has happend to my footprints? Where have they gone?" I asked
He just smiled but answered at last
"I knew that you wouldn't have been able to handle the storm.
So I carried you and took you into my arms where you are now safe and warm."
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