F O O T P R I N T S |
One night I dreamed a dream:
After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
He whispered, |
BUTT PRINTS |
One night I had a wondrous dream:
one set of footprints there were seen. The footprints of my precious Lord, but mine were not along the shore. Then when 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 to be my feet." "My child," He said in a somber tone, "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 and I got fed up, and there I dropped you on your butt." "Becasue in life there comes a time when one must fight, one must climb. One must rise and take a stand or leave his buttprints in the sand." |
The authorship of the poem is disputed, with a number of people claiming to have written it.