Prints In The Sand
A poem with a somewhat harder lesson.
One night I had a wondrous dream.
Footprints in the sand were 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?"
These prints here are large 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 when at last, your time was up,
I dropped you there, upon your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must work, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."