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Footprints by the Sea
Last night I had a wondrous dream, of prints in beach sand I had
seen. Though my feet hadn't walked that shore, I saw the footprints of my
Lord.
And when a different print appeared, I asked the Lord, "What have
we here? This print is larger, round and neat, and wasn't made by walking
feet."
"My child," He said in somber tone, "For miles I carried you
alone. I challenged you to stand - not ride. To walk and let me be
your guide.
You would not stand. You would not grow. The walk of
faith, you would not know. So then I finally 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 just leave butt prints in
the sand."
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