Like Footprints In Sand

 

They walked upon the sandy shore
Leaving a trace behind,
But, with the next incoming tide,
There’ll be nothing to find.
 
We are but a footprint in sand,
Now here, and then we’re gone.
Yet, all that we have been in Him
Remains, and will live on.
 
As numerous as all the sand,
Are the thoughts of the Lord.
That He would give a thought to us
Is beyond all reward,
 
And yet His thoughts for us exceed
All of those grains of sand,
For He still holds us tenderly
In the palm of His hand.
 
He will not lightly wash His hands
Of those He calls His own.
Our names are engraved on His palm,
More eternal than stone.
 
The world will turn, the sun will set
And rise on a new day,
But, unlike a footprint in sand,
In Him, our souls will stay.
 
Psalm 139:17-18
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you.
 
Isaiah 49:16
Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me.