By Alice Jensen
After my mom died in April of this year, I went through most of her stuff. In one of the boxes, I found many articles that she had saved. Some were things that she had wrote, others were items that she found inspirational, and a few were interesting, and a couple were both funny and thought provoking. I chose not to keep very many of the articles. Those that I did keep were ones that made me think or laugh or both. And the following poem is one of them that made me do both. It is written in the style of “Footprints in the Sand”, but I do not know the author of this version.
“Butt Prints In The Sand”
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there were seen.
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
And I asked the Lord, “What have we here?
Those prints are large and round and neat,
But Lord, they are too big for my two 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.”