Buttprints in the Sand
One night I had a wondrous 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 along.
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 men must fight and men must climb,
When men must rise and men must stand,
Or leave their buttprints in the sand.
I must admit it made me chuckle when I read the poem in a book I'm reading. For many years I have heard about and read, "Footprints in Sand" and have certainly felt that I have been "carried" many times - more than I am perhaps worthy of. As I face a New Year of 2009 and once again ask myself, where does all the time go?, my desire for this year is to leave NO "buttprints" in the sand!
