Monday, December 06, 2004
One of my favorite poems
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.
And then some stranger prints appeared.
So, 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,
But you refused and made me wait.
You disobeyed. You wouldn’t 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.”
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One set of footprints there was seen--
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
And then some stranger prints appeared.
So, 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,
But you refused and made me wait.
You disobeyed. You wouldn’t 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.”
# posted by O'Brien @ 12/06/2004 10:50:00 PM 
