[1963comet]

One night I had a wonderous dream.
One set of foot prints there was seen.

The foot prints 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 the Lord they are to big for feet.

'' My Child" he said in somber tone's,
for miles I carried you alone.

I challeneged 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 come's 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.