I came across this poem called Footprints
in The Nation’s Favourite Twentieth Century Poems
by ANON. (and by God he or she knew why):
an overpowering poem for sheer mawkishness
and one hundred per cent genuine cringe value –
and I caught myself loving its message.
It’s about this man walking the beach with the LORD
(reliving his life in a dream), and looking back he sees
only one set of prints at the most difficult times,
and he accuses the LORD of deserting him
in his hour of need; whereupon HE replies
then HE was carrying him… I blinked back a tear,
then retraced their steps in the sand
to measure the depth of those solitary prints.
They were no deeper than when the man walked alone.