Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Butt Prints In the Sand

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,
"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 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."
Author Unknown

There is a part of me that believes God surely must feel like this once in awhile!  He can only do so much, especially if we aren't willing to do anything. Sometimes He just needs to force us into action.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, how I love this and have not heard it before. We sell so many plaques and bookmarks etc. with the original Footprints poem on them at the bookstore, but this, well we really need to get some posters with this one on it. I thought for sure you'd have an accompanying picture to go with this. *grin*