Tiny Little Footprints

Today was sunny, warm, and beautiful! Jesus wooed me off to the beach to pray. As I was walking along, I saw these little footprints, prayed, and couldn't help writing:

Such tiny little footprints
scattered upon the black sand.
A little child walked along this beach
not so long ago.
Little prints next to big prints,
perhaps from mom or dad.
A little lady or a little man,
a dark haired, dark eyed child,
with little footprints in the sand.
With the mighty ocean so close,
and the roar of the waves behind me,
I stopped and knelt down,
placing my hands upon those footprints.
And Jesus led me to pray
for the soul of the little child
who left those little footprints.
That the little lady or little man
from whom those footprints came
would know the depth of His love,
would bring this people to His feet,
would reach the nations for His glory.
Behind these little footprints in the sand
is a little life,
a child created by God.
O that he or she would one day know Him!
What a mighty privilege
to be in this land
to walk upon this beach
to pray for the little ones
who leave precious footprints in the sand.

Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." - Mt. 19:14