Buttprints  in  the  Sand
by James MacDonald

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's prints appeared
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?
Those prints are large and round and neat.
But Lord they're too big for my 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
I got tired and 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."