In His foot steps.
In his footsteps I walk
along steadfast, trying to fill His sandles,
hoping that my light will shine
like a million candles.
Mirroring His countenance
in humilty, I run this race,
trying to help others understand
His grace.
For life is not in the things
of this world or upon its earthy shell,
it is in looking up towards heaven
and dipping in Yah's well.
Yes!
I want to be like Yahusha
in all I do and say,
leading others by example
by how I work and play.
In His footsteps
no place I'd rather be,
walking with my savior
who died to set me free.
along steadfast, trying to fill His sandles,
hoping that my light will shine
like a million candles.
Mirroring His countenance
in humilty, I run this race,
trying to help others understand
His grace.
For life is not in the things
of this world or upon its earthy shell,
it is in looking up towards heaven
and dipping in Yah's well.
Yes!
I want to be like Yahusha
in all I do and say,
leading others by example
by how I work and play.
In His footsteps
no place I'd rather be,
walking with my savior
who died to set me free.
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