BUTT PRINTS 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
'My child', he said in somber tones
'For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
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 one must fight and one must climb
When one must rise and take a stand
Or leave their butt prints in the sand'
