Buttprints in the Sand

One night I had a wondrous dream:

one set of footprints there were seen.

The footprints of my precious Lord,

but mine were not along the shore.

Then when some stranger prints appeared,

I asked the Lord "What have we here?

Those prints are large and round and neat,

but Lord, they are too big to be my feet."

"My child," He said in a somber tone,

"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 and I got fed up,

and there I dropped you on your butt."

"Because in life there comes a time

when one must fight, one must climb.

One must rise and take a stand

or leave his buttprints in the sand."

-- Author unknown