Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Just had to. Sorry. But had to follow up my sad post, and my mind is blank.
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 along.
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 men must fight and men must climb,
When men must rise and men must stand,
Or leave their buttprints in the sand.
I don't think the Lord gets tired or fed up with us, no matter how stubborn we are being. But I also think He has a sense of humor.