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I dreamed I walked with my Lord across the desert,
And we left our footprints on the desert so white,
Then came the darkness of night after the sunset,
So quietly I walked on until the morning light.
Then at dawn I saw only one set of footprints,
I gasped, why had God left me on the desert strand?
Then I heard My Father’s voice so softly say,
"My child, that was when I held you in My hand!"

–Roger Lee, by permission ©2008