Sunday, January 10, 2016
This is a poem about making a decision, making a decision to live from our Turning Point ideas and truly creating a Tipping Point for the good in your life and the lives of others. The poem goes like this:
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there were seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
And 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,” God 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!!”
So, I could stew and get upset,
Be the victim and moan, but yet,
Once I see that I’m OK,
And this is just another day.
In which I can take full control,
and realize that I’m already whole.
That love is all around me now,
That principle takes over somehow.
To know that love is all there is,
And accept for me the best that is.
I claim my right to glorious health,
and open my arms to limitless wealth.
I thank my God for all . . . it’s done,
To help me see that we are One.
This last thought I’ll let you hear,
If you’re still sitting on your rear.
There comes a time when one must rise and take a stand,
Or, leave their butt prints in the sand.”