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.