Poem (or something)

Sent to me by Anna, who was pleading with the general public to turn this into one of those saccharine slide shows with sunsets and fluffy ducklings in it... or something.

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 strange 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 along.
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

I tried to identify the author, but the internet is silent on the matter (at least, it wasn't telling me anything this evening - several copies of it around, but no author attribution). If you have never in your whole life come across the Footprints poem that this is parodying, you will find it here.