Each night I dream about the beach,
And God is somewhere out of reach.
I see His footprints, but no more;
No other prints are on the shore.
But then some weirder prints appear!
I shout, "My God, what have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
And Lord, they're way too big for feet!"
"My child," I hear His booming voice,
"I've carried you; that was my choice.
And when you grew in strength and mind,
I challenged you your way to find." |
"I said, 'Go learn to think and do,
Learn wisdom, truth, and honor too.
And then you'll find you'll lead the way
For others who might go astray.' "
"But you refused; you would not grow.
Initiative you would not show.
So I got tired and quite fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time
When you must fight, and you must climb,
When you must rise and take a stand,
Or leave your butt-prints in the sand."
-- copied from http://FreedomKeys.com/wondrous.htm |