Poem by David Lindsay

Poem by Son David 3 /20/2014


I almost cross the border
I almost crossed the line
I almost reached or something
I knew that wasn't mine


Until I stopped to ponder
That the choices I now make
Are footsteps in forever
Imprints I can't remake


Because every step now taken
I not only own
They are an inheritance for my children
They will own them when they are grown


So, the footprints that I leave
I pray are ordered by the Lord
So, whether I run or if I stumble
My legacy is in the Lord.