We are leaving footprints
Though their trace we cannot see
They will take their place upon
The tracks of history
If our soles were painted
In ink, permanent and red
What would be the legacy
Of moments that we tread?
Janet~
(optional third stanza, a personal journey)
Janet~
(optional third stanza, a personal journey)
I followed red footprints once
They changed life’s course for me
Because these footprints led me to
A place called Calvary
© Janet Martin
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