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09/28/19 Weekend Grif.Net – Footprints

09/28/19 Weekend Grif.Net – Footprints

[Only a =
slightly-sacrilegious take on the original well-loved poem. Sorry I do =
not have attribution; the writer probably went into witness =
protection.]

 

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."

 

~~

Dr Bob Griffin =

bob@grif.net =
www.grif.net

"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"