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."
I am afraid, there are many butt prints in the sands of my life! (I refuse to say large ones.) lol
While I aspire to have my life be like the poem in the video, this poem you shared Donald, is a way more accurate portrayal of my actual life! Sadly!!!
CM said: 'While I aspire to have my life be like the poem in the video, this poem you shared Donald, is a way more accurate portrayal of my actual life!'
Mine too CM. Mine too.
But he hasn't walked away and left me there on my butt as I deserve. He keeps reminding me he is there and invites me to walk with him. Praise God.
Donald, I am constantly amazed at how patient God is with us, me especially. Over and over he helps me off my behind and walks with me. I am SO very grateful for His love and patience. Yes, I agree, praise God.
One night I had a wondrous dream,
ReplyDeleteOne 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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I am afraid, there are many butt prints in the sands of my life! (I refuse to say large ones.) lol
ReplyDeleteWhile I aspire to have my life be like the poem in the video, this poem you shared Donald, is a way more accurate portrayal of my actual life! Sadly!!!
Thanks again for sharing this! It's my new favorite. So very applicable in my life:)
ReplyDeleteCM said: 'While I aspire to have my life be like the poem in the video, this poem you shared Donald, is a way more accurate portrayal of my actual life!'
ReplyDeleteMine too CM. Mine too.
But he hasn't walked away and left me there on my butt as I deserve. He keeps reminding me he is there and invites me to walk with him. Praise God.
Donald, I am constantly amazed at how patient God is with us, me especially. Over and over he helps me off my behind and walks with me. I am SO very grateful for His love and patience. Yes, I agree, praise God.
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