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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