Footsteps in the Sand: A Pictorial Essay
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Footprints in the Sand
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Oh, my. I know I should be saying something about making light of the spiritual, but I’m laughing too hard to calm down enough to chide you . . . funny man!
Funny! I just showed my husband and he suggested “sand angels” 🙂
That was the best way to start off my day. Thank you!
Those are some mad photoshopping skills! I especially like the three legged race and the crutches.
I always thought the Footprints in the Sand poem was sorta cheesy. You improved upon it.
P.S. Have you heard this one? Maybe an addition to your “pictorial essay” is in order.
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.”
Aren’t you the poetic one! Nice.
Hahaha!
Ha! This is funny.
Just the smile I need to start my morning off with!
Delightful!
I’m not sure about the carried one, though, unless maybe it was by a helicopter. How on earth did you get into the arms of the other person without them breaking their stride or having their footprints deepen — do you have some mad ninja skills? (I mean, maybe you do, but that’s pretty spry for a hefty iron statue who hangs out with mCat and the like….)
(Yeah, I’m a pictoral literalist)
And by the way, enjoyed your tempest in an iced-tea pot…. (too many references to your other posts?)