…prints in the Sand (updated)

Buttprints in the Sand

I forget who gave these to me, but I found it while cleaning my room tonight. Enjoy.

One night I had a wondrous dream
A set of prints on the sand was seen
The footprints of my precious Lord
Yet mine were not along the shore

Then a stranger print appeared
I asked the Lord, “What have we here?
This print is large and round and neat
But, Lord, it’s juts too big for feet”

“My child,” He said in somber tones
“For miles, I carried you alone
I challenged you to seek my face
Take up your cross and walk in grace”

“You disobeyed; you would not grow
You would not stand against the flow
Your neck was stiff; your ears were shut
So, there I dropped you on your butt

“Because in life there comes a time
When one must fight, when one must climb
When one must rise and take a stand
Or leave one’s butt-print in the sand”

Original Title: “Butt Prints in the Sand”


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