One night I had a wondrous dream.
One set of foot prints there were seen.
The foot prints of my precious Lord
but mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared.
I asked the Lord, “What have we here?”
These 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 your butt prints in the sand.