Butt Prints in the Sand 2009

Butt Prints in the Sand – Castaways 2009

Inspired by the poem, ‘Butt prints in the sand,’ which is stitched into the back pockets of old trousers, castaway by their former owners. A reflection of the life’s journey and how at times we must make a stand or be cast away, leaving our butt prints in the sand.

First Bum Verse

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 one must fight, and one must climb.
When one must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt prints in the sand.”

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