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Footprints

Footprints, make your way through the deserts and pathways
Over land that the Creator made for them to trod
For He knew one day as the prophets had spoken
You would walk to Bethlehem carrying the Son of God.

Footprints, you led the way in the Garden of Eden
Where He walked, the Sovereign of all
Where sin had marred His creation
Falling on man as a bitter darkened pall.

In tragedy you walked out with our parents
Lamentations echoing with your own footfalls
Weeping, never again for mankind until eternity
Could such life and happiness they recall.

Climb with Noah, Footprints, to the ship of preservation
We owe it to you that we will surely live on
As Jericho’s walls weakly fall and crumble
Know that with God, victories are courageously won.

Footprints, leave with Abraham to that land of promise
Where forever, every Jew may call his rightful home
Where Isaiah could see the Counselor-Baby
As He learns to crawl beneath His earthly dome.

Footprints, leave with Abraham to that land of promise
Where forever, every Jew may call his rightful home
Where Isaiah could see the Counselor-Baby
As He learns to crawl beneath His earthly dome.

Walk, walk, walk, yes, steadily walk, Footprints
With God’s children in their enduring Exodus
March to that place of freedom, security
Entrusted to them, prepared for His Son, Jesus.

Footprints, frolic with David as he plays lyre for God’s glory
Let him sing in the shadow of your pacing
Let his psalms rise to the splendid heavens
As mystical hymns God’s presence embracing.

Footprints, burn your way to the dancing
The fire consumes naught of the Son of Man
It touches not the singing youngsters
As the Spirit cools them with His billowing fan.

Walk, Footprints with Elias and his thundering waters
Tread with Aaron and Melchizedek to sacrifice
Every offering to God by such holy men
Must have its own bloody, enduring price.

Footprints, hike to Egypt with Benjamin
Joseph of colored robe waits to behold his face
In trepidation you travel the unfamiliar byways
Not knowing what awaits you in that foreign place.

Did Rachel’s tears wet you, Footprints
As you walked with her over Israel’s land?
Did you shudder in horror as the babies died
At the hands of Herod’s execution-band?

Footprints, walk to where Solomon and Deborah
Mark their lives with wisdom supreme
That speaks from their hearts to echo
The wisdom of each prophetic dream.

Footprints, gently walk with the foreign Ruth
To where Boaz sleeps in a peace serene
From them shall sprout the timber, Jesse,
Branch and Root from where all graces glean.

Footprints, dare to stand before the king, bearing
Esther as she pleads that her people might live
As she dares to beg for their safety
With courage only a woman can give.

Footprints, tread the path of danger with Judith
To the tent where certain disaster lies
Keep her steady of purpose to destroy
The voice that would shout the battle cries.

Footprints, tread the path of danger with Judith
To the tent where certain disaster lies
Keep her steady of purpose to destroy
The voice that would shout the battle cries.

Footprints, glow in the light of the heavens
Unseen by the visions of the common man
Risk the unforeseen glory of Tabor
While Time awaits its still future span.

Jacob watches the stone where his head lay
On the Bread Land, the Bread of Life to knead
Near the bowl of the verdant Shepherds’ Field
Where the Virgin now carries the God-Seed.

Footprints, softly press as you go to the census
Where records of God’s birth will be enshrined
The plan of God’s doing in history
Surely was not in Caesar Augustus’ mind.

Footprints, you brought Him to bless the Baptist
When he had not yet breathed on his own
Your Mother’s bearing You to him gave
A first glimpse of Christ on His Mother-throne.

Footprints, the cave beckoned you to bring them
It so yearned to embrace the God Man
For He was to be born in the shelter
God had prepared over eternity’s span.

Mark the place of His birthing, gentle Footprints
As His Mother walked holding Joseph’s arm
Joseph, who was destined by the very Godhead
To protect Them both from life’s unexpected harm.

Footprints, Bethlehem treasures your shadows
The House where the Bread of Life was baked
Christmas dawned in the brightness of the angels
Where their voices in harmony quaked.

We treasure you, Footprints of destiny
None like you marked the path prepared by God
To Bethlehem you carried our Savior Jesus
Where even angels walk upon its sacred sod.

Footprints, Egypt felt the presence of their protection
Then burned the bare rocks with His strong courage
As He left the hills where temptation cut
We see that your indenting was not a mirage.

Walk with strength, Footprints, with the apostles
Whose voices spread the faith to those with courage to believe
Watch as the seeds of Christ’s eternal teachings
Among God’s chosen people they would leave.

Footprints, hallow the ground of the beatitudes
They will learn such sacred wisdom there
Lead them to Nazareth’s Synagogue
Where the Father heard so much of His prayer.

How did you put Footprints on the sycamore
When Zacchaeus climbed the lookout tree?
Footprints, did you step ever so gently
The Messiah so urgently to see?

Footprints, walk with the publican to the temple
His humble sorrow bends the Heart of our merciful Lord
The prodigal son with him in total repentance
Voice their contrition in harmonious accord.

Footprints, blend on the soil of Galilee
Where He walked now healing, now forgiving
Where He sang the holy Sabbath Prayer
Preparing us for eternal living.

Footprints, tread the ground in reverence to the Upper Room
There, where His Body He kneaded as pure Bread
Wine pressed into Blood to stay here for ages
To feed, to nourish like manna when in the dessert He fed.

Footprints, mark the way with His oozing Blood
As He all but crawls to Golgotha’s Hill
Where His plaintive pathetic voice
Cries out, “Into Your hands, Father, into Your Will”.

Footprints, run over the earth in His final wondrous coming
Hear the shouts of the angels, trumpets loudly booming
Run, run, run in this your final earthly stepping
In a race toward Christ that for us is all-consuming.

Sr. Judith Piszyk, OSBM
(Dedicated to my nieces and nephews in the hope
that their footprints always lead to God)

Jottings by Judith Home

 

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