Footprints Revisited-Transcribed from Vertical Hold video 5/19/04
One night I had a wondrous dream
A set of prints on the sand was seen
The footprints of my precious Lord
Yet mine were not along the shore
But then a stranger print appeared
I asked the Lord
What have we here?
This print it large and round and neat
But Lord it’s just too big for feet
My child, he said in somber tones
For miles, I carried you alone
I challenged you to seek my face
Take up your cross and walk in grace
You disobeyed, you would not grow
You would not stand against the flow
Your neck was stiff your ears were shut
So there I dropped you on your butt!
Because in life there comes a time
When one must fight, when one must climb
When one must rise and take a stand
Or leave one's butt prints in the sand.
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