A gravel road,
Sandals on my feet.
I hear the crunch
Of sand and pebbles
With my every step.
My sandals have worn smooth,
My feet bare,
Jeans are covered with holes.
Tank top thin,
As my hair, let down,
Goes wild with the breeze.
On this warm day,
In this quiet,
I can’t help
But let my mind toy
With imagining
How Jesus walked,
How He felt,
How He lived.
Who am I
Compared to Him?
His child,
His creation,
His servant.
I am but a human,
Created to be like Him,
But failing so many ways.
I don’t feel sorrow,
No guilt hinders my heart.
For I do love Jesus
And try to walk
As if I was in His shoes.
I try to go
Dow this path of life
With love, forgiveness, and peace.
I am not perfect,
No, not even close,
But I try,
And I love Him.
Now I’ve sat
In the shade of a tree,
But within sight of the road.
So many people
Walk down that path.
Perhaps others with sandals,
Perhaps others have pondered,
What it would be like
To walk in His shoes.
Age 15