And then some stranger prints appeared
and I asked the Lord: “What have we here?”
The prints are large and round and neat
but Lord they are too big for feet.
My child he said in somber tone
for miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk by FAITH
but you refused and made me wait.
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 one must stand…
or leave their butt prints in the sand!