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 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 men must fight and men must climb.
When men must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand.
~ Author Unknown ~
Hopefully this does not offend any of you. I read this years ago and it made me laugh. When I came across it again today and felt guilty for laughing it reminded me of how serious we “Christians” can be. Laughter is good. We don’t always have to find offense in everything.
If anyone happens to know the author, please leave it in the comments section.
I’m sure there has been times God has wanted to drop me on my butt in the sand and as funny as the concept is, it’s sad also. I have a coloring book picture of a king sitting on his throne, kind of slumped to one side, resting his chin in one hand. The look on his is of bewilderment. When I look at that picture I can see him as God sitting on His throne shaking His at me, saying, ‘How many time do I need to tell her……..that I love her, I’m there for her I have this, or, there she goes again………… will she ever learn.
That is a great poem…love it!
I do too, Victoria!
Forgive me, I don’t know how I missed your message.
This claims that Rev. Robert Schaibley is the author??
Mark! I knew I could count on you to find the author if he was to be found! Thank you for researching this for us! 🙂
I am not sure about that. I first read this in a senior English class journal assignment in the early spring of 1999. I assumed that the young woman had written it. I can find nothing that predates that assignment. I know it was not a later date because she did in an automobile accident shortly after graduation. While I don’t remember her name off the top of my head I believe I have a photo of her with other students wearing their caps and gowns. I know I DID have such a photo. If I can find it, it would have her name on the back.
Also the poem the link goes to is slightly different. It would appear that the Rev. Robert Schaibley poem is a different version of an earlier work.
I have been doing some searching and found a book from 1999 with the title Butt Prints in the Sand, but the poem quoted is VERY different from the one in question: http://www.amazon.com/Butt-Prints-Sand-more/dp/1930533004/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1379919776&sr=8-1&keywords=butt+prints+in+the+sand
Anam Cara you wouldn’t happen to have beenteaching in Tulsa oklahoma would you? because you are correct it was a young woman and her name was Victoria anderson she is my older sister
Anam cara Or was it in oceola iowa because she graduated from oceola.
No. It was a Department of Defense school in Heidelberg, Germany.
Great poem. Laughter is good for the soul!
Ha! This is pretty funny. But it’s also pretty true, too. He won’t drag us after Him. It’s up to us to get off our butts and follow.
It is true!
I certainly don’t want to leave my butt prints in the sand! 🙂
I enjoyed it Joy! Thank you for choosing it today!
It doesn’t matter how many times I read it, I laugh 😉
A friend of ours sent it to me. At first, I was hesitant. But, I went ahead and read it, and then felt a wow, in my soul. I sure DONT want to be left on MY butt, in the sand Part of the reason I like it so well, is in college, I wrote a sermon based on the poem Footprints. I received the paper back, to my horror, with EVERY page read penned OUT! I got an F, on it! I was told to do the paper over, IF I wanted a grade, on it. I was further told that it was nothing but “sentimental hogwash bullshit!!”