Red dust clouds on my path,
Which settle at my door,
Lead back into my past,
Form footprints on my floor.
The footprints at my side
At times have turned to rust,
I would you have my truth,
In faith He has my trust.
The field where knowledge grows,
The only place on earth,
You let your goodness show,
For all that it was worth.
In silence there we walked,
But yet I can attest,
Your presence was enough,
To put old pains to rest.
So softly then you told,
You spoke to me of love,
To love but learn alone,
To search but seek above.
For now is not the time,
And now is not the place,
But now my mind is set,
And now my heart doth race.
For words when they are true,
Know not the touch of rust,
But settle on the soul,
Which won’t return to dust.
So speak to me once more,
Then tell me once again,
Form footprints by my side,
Leave words that will remain.
Ben
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
Red dust clouds on my path,
Which settle at my door,
Lead back into my past,
Form footprints on my floor.
The footprints at my side
At times have turned to rust,
I would you have my truth,
In faith He has my trust.
The field where knowledge grows,
The only place on earth,
You let your goodness show,
For all that it was worth.
In silence there we walked,
But yet I can attest,
Your presence was enough,
To put old pains to rest.
So softly then you told,
You spoke to me of love,
To love but learn alone,
To search but seek above.
For now is not the time,
And now is not the place,
But now my mind is set,
And now my heart doth race.
For words when they are true,
Know not the touch of rust,
But settle on the soul,
Which won’t return to dust.
So speak to me once more,
Then tell me once again,
Form footprints by my side,
Leave words that will remain.
Ben