Butterflies 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?
These prints were large and round and neat
But, Lord, they are too large for feet.”

“My child, ”He said in sober tones
“For miles I carried you alone.
So tired I got , 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.”

~ Sam Glen