In Memoriam:
Final Steps.
~ Jon ~
Final Steps
Stepping forward, moving through,
This life, each step is life anew,
Now turn and see your footsteps past,
They speak of pain and memory,
And of the place that you will be,
When on the path you step your last.
She lived her life for Him alone,
Her life was full, happy and shone,
His Truth within her heart she kept,
She shared it with all those in need,
Planting – caring for the seeds,
Even as her last she stepped…
For footsteps trace the path of time,
They rise and fall with Sovereign’s Rhyme,
Then one day our last we’ll take,
The walk in sand will finally end,
Our prints a lasting message send,
Is/was my path for His glory and sake?
The day was bright and full of hope,
She stepped onto the tightened rope,
Yet then it snapped and fell away,
As on we watched in disbelief,
Then turned our faces down in grief,
And felt what words had failed to say.
For not we know the time or place,
We turn to God and seek His face,
But still it’s hard to just let go…
He gives us human comfort and
A solid hope on which to stand;
And catches tears in love we know.
We’ll always miss her warming smile,
And wish to climb up heaven’s stile,
But her path is there, meek and mild,
It speaks of grace, salvation free,
Proclaiming – all the world can see,
Daddy’s little girl, God’s beloved child.
So check your path, your life, your creed,
Life has ‘nere been guaranteed,
Your next step could be the last,
So praise Him with each step you take,
Then deep your Lifeprints He will make;
And remember those whose ends you’ve passed….
Stepping forward, moving through,
This life, each step is life anew,
Now turn and see your footsteps past,
They speak of pain and memory,
And of the place that you will be,
When on the path you step your last.
She lived her life for Him alone,
Her life was full, happy and shone,
His Truth within her heart she kept,
She shared it with all those in need,
Planting – caring for the seeds,
Even as her last she stepped…
For footsteps trace the path of time,
They rise and fall with Sovereign’s Rhyme,
Then one day our last we’ll take,
The walk in sand will finally end,
Our prints a lasting message send,
Is/was my path for His glory and sake?
The day was bright and full of hope,
She stepped onto the tightened rope,
Yet then it snapped and fell away,
As on we watched in disbelief,
Then turned our faces down in grief,
And felt what words had failed to say.
For not we know the time or place,
We turn to God and seek His face,
But still it’s hard to just let go…
He gives us human comfort and
A solid hope on which to stand;
And catches tears in love we know.
We’ll always miss her warming smile,
And wish to climb up heaven’s stile,
But her path is there, meek and mild,
It speaks of grace, salvation free,
Proclaiming – all the world can see,
Daddy’s little girl, God’s beloved child.
So check your path, your life, your creed,
Life has ‘nere been guaranteed,
Your next step could be the last,
So praise Him with each step you take,
Then deep your Lifeprints He will make;
And remember those whose ends you’ve passed….
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