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poem of the day BUTTPRINTS IN THE SAND - By Sam Glen 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 large for feet. My child, he said in sober 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.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 00:19:22 +0000

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