| One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord, Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky, In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand, Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, Other times there were only one, This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, When I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could only see one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, You would walk with me always, But I noticed that during the most trying periods of my life, There has only been one set of footprints in the sand, Why, when I needed you the most, have you not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, My child, Is when I carried you" Author Mary Stevenson This beautiful poem was read out at Ian`s funeral service. Ian loved poetry and wrote some lovely poems himself. 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 our load, are there only one 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 andd showing that He really does care. Does he have favorites, OH NO, please tell me that`s not so! But 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 lightening 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. This lovely poem was sent to me by my special friend Pat Tattersall, who has also lost her wonderful son Darren |
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| IAN MICHAEL LYNES OUR BOO 28-9-71 25-2-02 |