A hilarious poem introduced to me by Fr Emmerich Vogt in his talk yesterday! Enjoy. 🙂
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.
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.”
“For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.”
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
and there I dropped you on your butt.”
when one must fight, and one must climb.
When one must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt prints in the sand.”