Buttprints in the Sand

Almost every pastor I know has been given the "Footprints in the Sand" frame as a gift.

It's a beautiful poem. It has a wonderful message. It's very inspiring.

Here's a little poem I received that has a slight variation to "Footprints in the Sand."

It goes like this.

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 them 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 risk and take a stand,
or leave their buttprints in the sand."