I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord
and across the sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints,
one belonged to me and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that many times along the path of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and saddest times in my life.
This really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it.
"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you would walk with me all the way,
but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life
there is only one set of footprints.
"I don't understand why in times when I needed you most,
you should leave me."
The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child,
I love you and I would never, never leave you
during your times of trial and suffering.
"When you saw only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."
Whenever I hear that poem I now think of this:
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okay, this maybe violates your new, nicer, sweeter blogposting trend, but this is what I think of when I see this poem:
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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 strange 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 along.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You disobeyed, 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."
One night, I dreamed walking in the beach with the Lord.
ReplyDeleteThe beach represented the 40 years since Vatican II, I noticed that there wre footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets and sometimes there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed that when I was busy dismantling the faith or challenging the doctrines of the Church, there were only one set of footprint.
Then I asked the Lord, "Hey big guy, I thought you love us unconditionally.
That you'd always be there. But whenever I contorted and twisted those bad patriarchal teachings of those out of touch fogies in Rome, there was only one set of footprint in the sand. Why when I needed you the most, you were not there for me?
The Lord reply,"My darling little heretic, the time when you see only one set of footprint in the sand, is the time when I threw you in the ocean. Somehow you kept crawling back out.
Oh my, "Buttprints in the Sand" is too funny!
ReplyDelete"Footprints In the Sand" brings back bad memories of graduation liturgies where this was used as the GOSPEL. I was SO happy when someone told the person who kept choosing this awful poem that it was liturgically incorrect. I had no idea that there were rules for the liturgy in those days, but I was thrilled to find out that the rules eliminated this piece of rubbish.
"And said one to another: Behold the dreamer cometh. Come, let us kill him, and cast him into some old pit: and we will say: Some evil beast hath devoured him: and then it shall appear what his dreams avail him."
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