Legs, most of us are born with them
Some never think of how fortunate we are
When we are young we just expect them to do our bidding
As we grow old they creak, ache, and give us much pain
You and I, when we look back on our lives
Do we consider all the orbits they have carried us?
Are we pleased with that which we now see?
Friends, have we walked upon earths mountains?
Have we taken the time for our toe to touch the oceans?
If we could trace our steps backwards, would we?
Have we walked upon the backs of others
To get to the place from which today we see?
I pray that my legs can carry me to my last tick
A place where only our Lord knows and sees
Lord, I know how contrary these legs have been
On so much brimstone my feet have tread
But upon the wings of your Angels Lord
And the strength of your Holy Hands
You have always saved me from myself
Lord you have always strengthened my limbs
You have given me the time by your grace and love
The time Lord for a better reward than I could ever deserve.