For three hard
years, was only seen,
one set of prints upon the sand.
Deep and labored were the marks left made
as He bore me in His hand.
Made only by the feet of Him,
my kind Eternal Brother,
as carried He -- this dying man,
not asking help of other.
So in His loving
and gentle law,
my life, He did renew!
And Now the sands, impressed today,
in joyous race and lightened marks,
record the prints of two!
. Thomas Lynn Rodgers, Oct 12, 93