Post by Stormsong on Nov 27, 2006 21:22:16 GMT -5
Butt Prints in the Sand
- Author Unknown -
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
and I asked Her, "What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But much to big to be from feet." "My child,"
she 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 would
not learn, 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."
- Author Unknown -
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
and I asked Her, "What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But much to big to be from feet." "My child,"
she 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 would
not learn, 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 love this one
