Like Footprints In The Sand

 

They danced with joy upon the beach.
Their footprints marked the sand
Where each step fell as they moved through
Along the windy strand.
 
The joyous dance lingered a while
Imprinted where they passed,
But, no matter how great their joy,
That remembrance won’t last.
 
For time will pass, the waves will roll
And wash the shoreline clean.
Then it will be as if that joy
Was never felt or seen.
 
So is it with the life of man,
A breath and then it’s gone,
Until even the memory
Has faded and moved on.
 
Yet, by His grace we are not lost
To time and winds and tides,
For He has called us His children,
And that blessing abides.
 
All our days may be nothing more
Than footprints in the sand,
But our souls will not wash away.
We’re safe within His hand.
 
Psalm 144:3-4
O Lord, what is man that you regard him, or the son of man that you think of him?
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.