Sunday, October 16, 2011

Footprints - but not carbon

As I was cleaning out my moms apartment a few weeks ago, I found a cross stitch picture I made for her back in the 80's.

It was a 'story verse' she had always liked... I know you know it!

and even though it never did much for me, when you're making someone a gift, it's about them, not you, right?

Well, now it's at a Goodwill somewhere - should you want to run out and have it for your very own!

A friend sent me a variation yesterday - and it's still making me chuckle - - what can I say?
You know how easily I'm amused!

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?"
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 alone.
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 men must fight and men must climb.
When men must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their buttprints in the sand.

ps: I'm still trying to design this one in my head - which makes me chuckle even more!

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