Footprints and Butt prints

As regular readers will know, I am a bit of a sucker for glurge, those message stories that often have a philosophical message at the end. Nonetheless even I draw the line at some, being just too syrupy. Once such example came my way again recently and I could feel my veins and arteries crystallising into sugar just from reading the title. 

I will post it for you to consider, then a parody of it which makes a lot more sense and has a much more practical message. This was posted in Bytes in 2010.

This is the parody:

Butt Prints in the Sand

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." 

Author Unknown