Bilsporen in het zand

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 large for feet."

"My child," he said in sober 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 one must fight and one must climb,
when one must rise and take a stand
or leave their butt prints in the sand."

Sam Glen

Ik wil geen afbreuk doen aan de originele "Voetafdrukken in het zand" (oorspronkelijk door Mary Stevenson, maar volgens deze webpage al in 3 Engelse versies in omloop). Het was immers in de loop van vele jaren heel wat mensen tot troost. Maar ik vond dat het bovenstaande ook wel eens mocht vermeld worden. Kwestie van wat evenwichtig te zijn ...