|Each night I dream about the beach,
And God is somewhere out of reach.
I see His footprints, but no more;
No other prints are on the shore.
But then some weirder prints appear!
"My child," I hear His booming voice,
|"I said, 'Go learn to think and do,
Learn wisdom, truth, and honor too.
And then you'll find you'll lead the way
For others who might go astray.' "
"But you refused; you would not grow.
"Because in life, there comes a time
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