One Mile In Your Shoes
One mile to you, to me is ten
my soles have but worn thin
where the mud squishes in
jagged stones slice over again
Your shoes of pearl seek
to draw in the weak
lead the trusting and meak
imprinting with words you speak
After trampling delicate land
prop them up in your house of grand
among family of only copper strand
no worse for wear, no scent of sand
My shoes smell of grime
for running their course of time
to earn this one thin dime
often accused of commiting crime
but what I have is gold and true
and God says I'll receive what's due
faith is a difficult mountain to climb,
you see, the devil assigns easy chores
rather walk a million miles in shoes of mine
any day, over just one mile in yours.