Butt Prints In The
Sand
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set
of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious
Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints
appeared...
And I asked the Lord, "What have we
here?
Those prints are large and round and neat,
But
Lord, they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber
tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you
to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me
wait."
"You disobeyed, you
would not grow,
The walk of faith you would not
know...
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I
dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life there comes a
time
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one
must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in
the sand."
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