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Footprints on the Flood
Footprints on the Flood
By H. L. Auman
The waves grow high, the waters crash
Around my stumbling feet,
And darkness swirls all around
The sky and ocean deep.
The winds begin to howl, but still
I hold my head up strong.
The stinging rain beats cruelly with
A thousand lashing thongs.
The storm is growing stronger now—
My heart is bound with fear.
I must not fail my Master now
With victory so near!
The roaring waves surge over me—
I cannot fight this thing!
The water rears with claws of ice—
“My Lord, I start to sink!”
Then pulled out from the waters dark
And set upon my feet,
I hang my head while waters crash
In shame of my defeat.
I failed my Lord; I cannot bear
The sadness in His eyes—
“Forgive me Lord, but I could not stand
Midst the waters and the skies!
“I did my best, but I am made
Of merely flesh and blood.”
The Lord replied, “Did you not see
The footprints on the flood?
“I walked the waves Myself. The storm
beat on my mortal strength.
Each step you took, I tread before—
Why had you so little faith?”
I took these words into my heart
And kept them in my soul.
I remember when the storm grows rough
And the waves around me roll.
The storm is growing ever dark,
The sky as red as blood—
But fear I not, for I can see
The footprints on the flood.
Food for Thought:
“There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up.” —John Holmes
