One night I
had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were
not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
and I asked Her, "What have we here?
are large and round and neat
But much too big to be from feet."
"My child," She said in somber tones,
I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You would not learn,
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."
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