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 strange 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 along.
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
5 comments:
Hah, put a smile on my face before 9 AM. Wasn't expecting that!
Hehe.. I actually like this one better than the other one. What does that say about me?
That you don't like smarmy poetry?
Ha ha, I'm with you Marty; I definitely like this one way better.
But wait, "..."Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight..."
Did I read that one correctly Dan? :O)
figuratively speaking, of course...
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