Missing Footprints

Why do I bother to tell anyone I ail?
It only adds to the list of “I fail.”
I fail to convey my sincerity of pain,
And I fail to pass the test “sane.”
If no one is going to believe me,
And my body will only deceive me,
How will I ever recover
From what we fail to discover?
What a puzzle. What a task.
Why do I bother to ask?
Day by day I will tarry,
Taking whatever burden I must carry.
I will do what I can do while I can,
And rest when I can no longer stand.
My Savior will then show me the hint,
“Notice any missing footprints?”

8-21-2005 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

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