I'll leave my footprints in the sands here;
When I go to meet my fate.
Let them lead you to my Savior,
And then through His pearly gate. For our Jesus now is pleading;
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I gazed out of my window at a bleak and wintry sky;
At trees so leafless and so fare I couldn't help but sigh;
For in the spring the trees and flowers are lovely as can be,
And autumn brings them colors that no artist hopes to see. Then suddenly upon the pain, oh! wouldn't you just know?
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