Footprints are reflections
of how I travel each day.
I pray that those I leave behind
will tell a story some way.
I know when I am quiet,
that's when I hear a still, small voice;
It seems to lead me, shows the way,
and helps me make my choice.
When footprints seem to stagger
or 'round in circles go,
I look back on a troubled day -
of hurry and nothing to show.
I like to look back and see
straight, firm, and sure;
Or, when they stop - that's when I listened
to the song of the bird - so pure.
My prints stop often for I love
the beauty of the setting sun;
And search for words to best describe
a day that is almost done.
My footprints can make me happy
but only when I've stopped to pray;
That still, small voice that enters my heart
is Jesus showing the way.
Joan Adams Burchell
Written July 16, 2004