Every life’s chapter is read by a searching eye;
And those who tread on our footsteps are just passers
Who walk on by through our story and the times that we have spent.
Those marks you have left will be left in cement for those that can see.
And for those that can read-they will read the words that you have left.
It is just to some, a mark in time;
But for those that you know you have left marks in their heart
And in mine.
Your season’s chapter is seen by each seeking eye
And those who tread in your footsteps aren’t really just passers
Who walk on by, but those who will shape those marks you have left
And take them to heart-remoulding their own life’s cement.
Because they can read those words you have left.
It is to them a great mark in their time
For those that you have loved-And in mine.
And those who tread on our footsteps are just passers
Who walk on by through our story and the times that we have spent.
Those marks you have left will be left in cement for those that can see.
And for those that can read-they will read the words that you have left.
It is just to some, a mark in time;
But for those that you know you have left marks in their heart
And in mine.
Your season’s chapter is seen by each seeking eye
And those who tread in your footsteps aren’t really just passers
Who walk on by, but those who will shape those marks you have left
And take them to heart-remoulding their own life’s cement.
Because they can read those words you have left.
It is to them a great mark in their time
For those that you have loved-And in mine.
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