Barry_1066 Posted July 20, 2018 Report Share Posted July 20, 2018 *written by a follower of Saint Marcus* Prints upon the sand One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there were seen, From Marcus's feet, they surely were, But mine were not along the shore. And then some stranger prints appeared, So I enquired, "What have we here? These prints are large, and round, and neat, And not the shape of halfling feet." "Lo!", Marcus said in humble tones, "For miles I carried you alone, I challenged you to walk in faith, But you questioned me and made me wait." "You would not walk, you would not grow, The walk of faith you would not know. So I got tired. I got fed up.... And dropped you here upon your butt." And so in life there comes a time, when one must fight, and one must climb, when one must rise and one must stand... Or leave their buttprints in the sand. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
