What manner of Saint must I be,
To follow in the footsteps of Christ.
What sort of war must I wage,
What must I give for the price.
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Must I walk in the path of wealth,
giving my treasure to find my way.
Must I earn every possible dime,
Letting riches pave my way.
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Must I walk in the wisdom I’ve gained,
Sharing my thoughts and beliefs with all men.
To continue to search, to continue to learn,
To follow the path of the pen.
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Or is it the path of helps,
Feed the poor and encourage the lost.
Will this bring the angels, to show me the way,
Will I walk with the Heavenly hosts.
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Is it in learning Your Word and Your ways,
That Your steps will be revealed.
By quoting a verse, or by singing a Psalm,
Is this the way that’s real?
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Tell me Lord. What manner of Saint must I be?
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“These are all good,” spoke the Lord’s tender voice,
“And will help you to understand Me.”
“But, the truth is so simple, so easy to follow,
“It’s something that all Saints can be.”
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“Just step in My footsteps, with the foot of a child,
Trusting, open and free.”
“Step where they lead you, without weighing the odds,
At the last step you’ll truly find Me.”
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Linda J. Humes 