Ann Posted March 17, 2006 Share Posted March 17, 2006 One night I had a wondrous dream. A set of prints on the sand was seen, The footprints of my precious Lord, Yet mine were not along the shore. But then a stranger print appeared. I asked the Lord, "What have we here? This print is large and round and neat, But Lord it's just too big for feet." "My child," He said in somber tones, "For miles I carried you alone. I challenged you to seek My face, Take up your cross and walk in grace. You disobeyed. You would not grow. You would not stand against the flow. Your neck was stiff, your ears were shut, So there I dropped you on your butt, Because in life there comes a time, When one must fight, when one must climb, When one must rise and take a stand, Or leave one's butt-print in the sand." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
glo Posted March 17, 2006 Share Posted March 17, 2006 I love that one, Ann. Has me giggling for sure. I love the footprints poem, but this one is a great tension lightener. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Don Wood Posted March 18, 2006 Share Posted March 18, 2006 Boy, can I relate! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stand4hope Posted March 18, 2006 Share Posted March 18, 2006 He's thrown me down on mine a time or two. OUCH! Love, Peggy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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