*Buttprints in the Sand *

One night I had a wondrous dream. One set of footprints there were seen. The footprints of my precious God, But mine along the shore were not. But then some stranger prints appeared, I asked God, what have we here? Those prints are large and round and neat, But God, 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 tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you on your butt. Because in life there comes a time, When one must rise and take a stand...
or leave their buttprints in the sand.'