BUTTPRINTS IN THE SAND

(I received this in an email almost 10 years ago. I’ve kept it because I love it. After reading through the blogs of some friends recently, it seems some of us could use this reminder. So…without further ado, I give you something that keeps me going from time to time.)

One night I had a wonderous 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 one’s butt prints in the sand.”

(Feel free to take this and reprint it for your own use. I have no idea who wrote it, so I can’t give them credit.)

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