It occured to me that I must have lost my Jesus somewhere in my shoes.
I checked them both, left and right, but He was nowhere to be found.
My shoes were so worn and full of holes.
He could have fallen out anywhere along the way.
As I sat upon the ground he made,
I thought back to the begining of the long journey that i have embarked on.
I thought back, way back to a time where my shoes were brand new.
I constantly longed to be there again.
Today, I wake up and put my new shoes on.
Grateful, I thank the Lord who's given me a new pair of shoes.