A Walk in His Shoes

 

Sometimes I had to jump between

The strides so long and powerful

With love he led me on

To try to walk in his shoes

 

Whether through the fields of green

Or mountain high spring meadow

He always led the way

For us to walk in his shoes

 

Driven by Holy Spirit

This soul reached always upward

A shepherd providing supper

For those who’d walk in His shoes

 

Even when facing the vale

Of sorrow and tears below

This man strode bravely forward

So those he loved would see and know

To try to walk in his shoes

 

Today his shoes belong to me

And long after they are worn

His life. His Spirit. His memory.

Will keep me reaching on

To try to walk in his shoes

Author's Note

on the passing of my father, Howard Ellison

Reviews

[doctor's diagnosis]

I'm sorry about your father.
I almost though it was about God, with the "Holy Spirit" thing.
Good write.