Post No. 874
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Footsteps
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A trail of footsteps lead
across the fine sea sand
washed away in moments
by the incoming tide
gone without a trace
love letters long erased.
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I walk along the high tide line,
mine are the steps i leave behind
my heart bleeds with every beat
consumed by memories
of a love that died
that couldn’t last from tide to tide.
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The weight i drag upon my back
in a sack i cannot share
mine to own and mine alone
a task to shoulder willingly
‘til He shows me the way to go
smooths the path for me to follow.
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©Denise G Allen, 20 September 2015 05:41
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
20/09/2015 at 1:57 pm
Ah, but we have been promised the weight will not be too much, that we can not bear it.
That he will share the yoke. Thank goodness our love relationship with Christ is nothing
like that of our humaness. We are not the best when it comes to relationships, it seems.
Ha
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20/09/2015 at 7:45 pm
The thing is that we can communicate with Christ and/or God without words. Unfortunately we need to find the right words to communicate with human beings and, thus. are sometimes misunderstood. And that’s without reading body language!
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