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January 11, 2005

Poetry Time!

Buttprints in the Sand

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 strange 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 along.
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."

Posted by Dan at January 11, 2005 12:53 PM

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I think I immensely prefer this version to the "Footprints" one.

Posted by: Nathan at January 11, 2005 01:02 PM

Ha! Nice. I agree with Nathan.

Posted by: Joel Caris at January 11, 2005 03:52 PM

did you write this? I'd like to use it on Sunday but want to acknowledge ownership. It's just too good to keep hidden.

Posted by: Pat at January 13, 2005 03:03 PM


I did not write this, but the place I found it listed the authorship as "anonymous." I presume you could do the same.

Posted by: Big Dan at January 13, 2005 03:20 PM

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