Monday, July 17, 2006

Buttprints in the Sand

This afternoon I read the book The Purse-Driven Life by Anita Renfroe. (SO funny! Short, and perfect for a quick, summer-afternoon read, when it's too hot to think too deeply...) In it, she quotes this poem, written by an unknown author and an obvious take-off on the much loved "Footprints" poem. Although I hadn't see it yet, I Googled it and found it all over the internet!

Buttprints 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

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 and 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 buttprints in the sand."


Now, while it cracks me up (no pun intended- oh, who am I kidding, all my puns are intended) somehow it just doesn't sit well with me (ahem) . So I added to the end:

"As you sat upon the beach
You were never beyond My reach.
Your knee prints that I see beside
Remain untouched by the approaching tide

"They show you knew to call to Me
And I heard your heartfelt plea
Let Me help you to your feet
And your joy I'll make complete.

Remember, draw your strength from Me
As you battle the enemy.
You may leave buttprints in the sand
But no one can snatch you from My right hand."

1 comment:

Holly said...

Awesome post. Hilarious--as usual. I LOVE the new ending to the poem! I've decided you need to be one of those comedic, Christian writers and start getting your works published.