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."
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