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.
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.” – Author Unknown
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