Footprints Poems

Here is the all the "Footprints" poems I have found. I love them all. What a beautiful story they all tell. They give me a sense of security knowing our Lord is always with me. I forget that sometimes when things come into my life that I do not understand. I try to make things right in my own way forgetting that God is in control. I forget sometimes that my Father has a plan for me. You know the saying, "Let go and let God"? Well it's when I let go and give Him the situation that I feel that all is in control and no matter what all will be well in His eyes. When I pray and stop asking for certain outcomes is when my prayers are truly answered. For I must always remember to pray, "Thy will be done". I pray for guidance from Him who is the Master. I must always remember there are two sets of footprints in the sand but must also remember who is in the lead.

In His Love,
Lucy

Footprints in the Sand

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it. "LORD, You said that once I decided to follow you, You would walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times of my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed You most You would leave me."

The LORD replied, "My son, My precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.

Author Unknown

Footprints II

In another dream that followed again he asked once more about the footprints of his life left along the shore.

"Dear Lord, It's now quite clear to me that You were always there and that You never left my side when I was in despair. But how could You have led me through such troubled times as those? If You love me as you say you do why did I face such woes?

For I followed where You led me. You know You've been my guide. So why was I to suffer, when upon you I relied? And though You carried me at times--deciding my direction; I still wonder why You let me stray away from your protection? "

"My child," the Lord softly said, "though I've walked with you each day; I never led the path we took nor let you walk astray. When you look upon those footprints lying in the sand You'll see I merely walked with you and gently held your hand.

For the life I gave to you is yours. And though I love you dear. The path you followed you had chose though I was always near. And though it's true, I carried you during times of pain and strife. You decided where I left those footprints in your life.

You see, I loved you so much so--I gave you your own will, Although you've made mistakes, my child; you know I've loved you still.

For you had chose to live along the path left by my Son and though your steps fell short of his, through Him you now live on! "

Author:
Anthony John Goebel

The New Footprints

Now imagine you and the Lord Jesus are walking along the beach together. For much of the way the Lord's footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely varying in the pace. But your prints are in a disorganized stream of zig zags, starts, tops, turnarounds, circles, departures, and returns. For much of the way it seems to go like this. But gradually, your footprints come in line with the Lord's, soon paralleling His consistently. You and Jesus are walking as true friends.

This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens; your footprints that once etched the sand next to the Master's are now walking precisely in His steps. Inside His large footprints is the smaller "sand print," safely enclosed. You and Jesus are becoming one; this goes on for many miles.

But gradually you notice another change. The footprints inside the larger footprints seem to grow larger. Eventually it disappears altogether. There is only one set of footprints. They have become one; again this goes on for a long time.

But then something awful happens. The second set of footprints is back. This time it seems even worse than before. Zig zags all over the place. Stop...start. Deep gashes in the sand. A veritable mess of prints. You're amazed and shocked. But this is the end of your dream.

Now you speak: "Lord, I understand the first scene with the zig zags, stops, starts and so on. I was a new Christian, just learning. But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with You". "That is correct," replied the Lord. "Then, when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually learning to walk in Your steps. I followed You very closely." "Very good. You have understood everything so far." "Then the smaller footprints grew and eventually filled in with Yours. I suppose that I was actually growing so much that I was becoming more like You in every way." "Precisely."

"But this is my question, Lord. Was there a regression of something? The footprints went back to two, and this time it was worse than the first." The Lord smiles, then laughs. "You didn't know?" He says. "That was when we danced."

Author:
Unknown

"No Footprints"

I've listened to the "footprints" poem
a million times or more
Of how when only one set shows
upon the sandy shore
It is the Lord carrying us
and taking on our load
And His are the only set
of footprints that showed.

But what if when we look
there are no footprints to be found?
All we see is plain and simple
sand upon the ground.
No imprints showing that our Lord
is carrying us through life
Helping us when we feel
we cannot handle all this strife.

Where is my Lord now that I've fallen
and can't seem to get back up?
So tired and lonely trying to deal
with what seems an overflowing cup.
Where are those footprints in the sand
to tell me He's right there?
Helping me with problems and
showing that He really does care.

Does He have favorites, OH NO,
please tell me that's not so!
By why does life seem easier
for some people that I know?
And sometimes I just scream out loud
although it seems in vain,
but often it gets harder each day
to deal with all this pain.

And then it dawned on me as I realize
how simple could it be.
I wonder why I was so blind
that I truly did not see.
It must have been a lightning bolt
that one day gave me light,
Cause out of the clear blue sky,
I finally regained my sight.

I saw a fluffy white cloud
shaped like an Angel dear.
That helped me to understand
and see things oh so clear,
That when I saw no footprints
and so often wondered why,
My Lord carried me on Angel wings,
when He decided to fly.

Author:
© by LyndyAngel ©

Footprints in the Sand

One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my loving God,
But mine were not along the shore.

But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked my God, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
But God, they are too big for feet.

My child, He said in somber tones,
For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.

You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you, on your butt.

Because in life, there comes a time,
When men must fight and men must climb.
When men must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand.

Author Unknown

    You may have noticed the first "Footprints In The Sand" is always signed Unknown. Well, in my search for the picture I have of footprints in the sand I ran across some interesting news. They seem to have found who wrote this first poem. It seems like she never signed her name to the poem even though she sent it to many of her family and friends. Even sent the poem to soldiers in the Vietnam War with cookies she made for them. She was part of a group called, "Vietnam Mom's. I found this interesting and if you would like to visit the site I found this information on please click on Mary's name. By the way, her name is Mary Stevenson. Please always sign your name to any poems you write. How sad that this woman did not get the credit she so deserved for writing a poem that has touched so many.
Lucy
~~Mary Stevenson~~

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