My dad shared this poem with me a few weeks ago. I thought that it was clever but, certainly wasn’t going to spread it around. Then, on Sunday, when I was teaching Relief Society, this poem just seemed to fit. So, of course, I shared it. So, I thought that I would share it with you.
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there were seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some strange 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 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 butt prints in the sand.”