Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Buttprints In The Sand

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 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 tried, 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 their butt prints in the sand."

(Credit is due to whoever wrote this, not me.)

3 Comments:

Blogger TE said...

It's a good thing that God has infinite power, because if he didn't, he would have been worn out on putting up with me a long time ago.

TE

November 16, 2005 7:34 PM  
Blogger DErifter said...

Grace is a wonderful thing ain't it?

November 16, 2005 9:45 PM  
Blogger A Truth Seeker said...

Excelent

November 16, 2005 11:33 PM  

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