“Footprints in the Sand” Parody

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.

Then some stranger prints appeared,

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 Pal, He said in somber tone,

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.

How in the book of Acts did a movement which began as a Jewish assembly of believers in their Jewish Messiah from the tribe of Judah who is sitting on a Jewish king’s throne, all of sudden became a philosophy in Greece, an institution in Rome, a culture in Europe, and a business in America?

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