Foot Falls
John Clare Stokes
Often in the journey through
he recalls the foot falls
the gentle, soft shuffling steps
in the night
soothing the frightened calls
in the lightening squalls
putting to flight youthful fright.
In the deep swamps of a hammock
by the Gulf
lost and calling for father to find him
the familiar foot falls through
palmetto rough
as safe they compassed course back
to ole Camp C.
On the long marathon race there
came a wall
the runner came to a crawl
the legs screaming to quit
when from behind the familiar
sound of foot falls
his old runner friend to pace him
through the final splits.
In the grand sanctuary of Asbury
upon his knees
Crying out in his agony of sin
came the hushed foot falls to
pray beside him
to rise and to a new walk begin.
When you pass through along
this journey
What sounds do your foot falls bring?
Do they ring with Grace and mercy
Give the heart a song to sing?
Pause and listen above the din
for the foot fall that ever treads
walking ever to the never’s end
ever calling the lost to walk with Him.
To the memory of Elizabeth W. Noyes
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years ago.
