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 not shaped like 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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