Butt Prints in the Sand

One night, I had a wondrous dream;
One set of footprints there were 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, and 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."