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 mind 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 and 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 buttprints in the sand