A poem for your enjoyment:
"Buttprints in the Sand"
One night I had a wonderous dream
One set of footprints there was seen
The footprints of our God they were
But mine were not along the shore
And then some stranger prints appeared
And I asked him, "What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat
But much too big to be from feet."
"My Child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone,
I challanged you to walk in faith
But you refused and made me wait.
"You would not learn, 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 there leave buttprints in the sand."
I really wish I knew who wrote this, I've looked all over. Does anyone else know?
"Buttprints in the Sand"
One night I had a wonderous dream
One set of footprints there was seen
The footprints of our God they were
But mine were not along the shore
And then some stranger prints appeared
And I asked him, "What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat
But much too big to be from feet."
"My Child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone,
I challanged you to walk in faith
But you refused and made me wait.
"You would not learn, 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 there leave buttprints in the sand."
I really wish I knew who wrote this, I've looked all over. Does anyone else know?
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