[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 =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"