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Footprints in the Snow

12/21/2021

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I saw footprints in the snow;
whether coming or going I do not know.
I know they’re not coming from town;
the only one I know from there
wouldn’t make her way from that place to here.
 
It’s Christmas.
I ask God for an open heart,
to celebrate his day.
 But I’ve got off to a bad, a very bad start.
I’ve let life get in the way.
 
It’s God’s birthday.
I lie here wallowing in my head.
I’m incredibly lonely inside,
and I can’t even get myself out of bed.
I just want to stay here and hide
 
I saw footprints in the snow;
whether coming or going I do not know.
No, not her, not on Christmas day.
This day she’ll be with the one she loves,
not with me, one too blind to see.
How stupid could I have been to let her walk away?
Just a few kind words, a gentle touch, maybe just maybe, would’ve made her stay.
 
It’s Christmas day,
and I long for peace, love, and cheer to come my way.
It’s late and best I now rise,
slowly I rub the sleep from my eyes.
But wait, what’s that I hear?
There it is again, a ringing sound at my door, oh dear.
Surely, it’s just the howling wind and the new fallen snow playing tricks on me.
Get a grip man, you know it will not be she!
 
But it is Christmas,
the time of miracles for those who believe.
I wrap my robe around me, my arms wide open to receive.
I slide my slippers on my feet and scurry down the hall.
In my haste, I could have lost the race as I almost took a fall.
Finally, I reach the front door and fling it open.
‘What to my wondering eyes did appear?’
More than I could ever hope in,
the best Christmas present ever, so close, so very near.
 
I saw footprints in the snow;
coming I now know.
The warmth of her dark brown eyes, gaze upon me,
filled with love, they absolutely glow.
Is it really you I spy?

Yes, those are my footprints in the snow.
I couldn’t keep away, despite knowing what I know.
Several times I’ve made it to your door,
then I’d turn and away I’d go, not quite sure.
Perfect you may never be,
but the truth is, I love you, you see.
 
I put my arms around her and pull her close.
I’m not too far gone, I s’pose.
My heart’s wide open and now overflows.
I am so grateful for her footprints in the snow.
There could be no better present under my tree,
oh, thank you God, thank you, for bringing her back to me!
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