Angel Wings - Poem by sharon king
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 anyone, is carrying us through life,
helping us when we feel, we cannot handle the strife.
Where is my guide 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 favourites, 'oh-no', please tell me that's not so!
but 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 lightening bolt, that one day gave me light,
'cos 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 guide carried me on Angel wings, when She decided we should fly.
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