In God's Time

 

Walking down the beach one lonely man,

Behind him one set of footprints in the cold, course sand.
His shoulders drooped and in his saddened eyes is shown,
A story of a life lived all alone.

On his knees with tear stained cheeks,
This man to God begins to speak:
A few words of thanks, then a simple prayer,
With another to be made a pair.

As time went by this man did seek,
And many hours on that beach did weep.
For behind him in the sand still shown,
One set of footprints there all alone.

Again to God on bended knee,
The man poured out his humble plea:
With divine intervention from above,
Provide another to share his love.

Years slipped away, know answer seemed to come,
Yet he knew, God's time was not his own.
And though he now was nearing eighty-eight,
In perfect time he was sent his perfect mate.

Now down the beach they walked hand in hand,
Behind them two pair of footprints in the softened sand.
Their wrinkled eyes did meet, and in that stare,
All the beauty of God's creation shared.

Kyle Boyd-Robetson