Butt-prints in the Sand

by Steve Ray on November 9, 2013

One night I had a wondrous dream
one set of footprints there was seen.
The footprints of my precious Lord,
but mine were not upon the shore.

And then some stranger prints appeared
and I asked the Lord: “What have we here?”
The prints are large and round and neat
but Lord they are too big for feet.

My child he said in somber tone
for miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk by FAITH
but you refused and made me wait.

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 one must stand…
or leave their butt prints in the sand! 

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