Butt Prints In The Sand

Paul talks about how many Christians are like babies, despite how long they have known God (Hebrews 5:12-14). He challenges each of us to grow up and get serious in our pursuit of God’s righteousness and purpose; to rise up in faith and tackle the challenges that come our way head on; and to stop acting like children, complaining and sulking about things that don’t go our way. In spite of the obvious humour of the following poem, I was challenged by the message it carries, and I hope and pray that one day I will stand before God and he will be pleased with my journey.

Butt Prints In The Sand

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 sombre 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.

Author unknown