Prints in the Sand

Author Unknown as told by Tessira Soderstrom

It's called Prints in the Sand, it might sound familiar

One night I had a wondrous dream
One set of footprints there was seen
The footprints of the Goddess they were
But mine were not along the shore

But then some stranger prints appeared
And I ask her, 'What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat
But much too big to be from feet

My child,' she 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 would not learn
You 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 butt prints in the sand