My boots? They’ve been all over…from The Gettysburg Battlefields to Life’s Battlefields. Anybody walk a mile there? A swift kick is my reminder to encourage…to keep fighting. We all think…”You try to walk a mile in my boots”. But, really? We all have those miles & the thing is? Would we walk a mile with someone…like He does? If you give someone the boot? Let it be a swift kick that lifts up!
And my boots? Tough as leather, like me! And I have to be polished once in a while like my boots…if I want to shine…and last. Be preserved and resistant to all the stains. My boots have a soul underneath all that toughness, too…and some strings attached…that get a little knotted up sometimes. The thing is? Sometimes it’s lonely even if we aren’t alone. So, walk a mile with me…I’ll walk with you. Trace
Just a small note? The day I got my boots I always wear and speak of? I was in Pennsylvania and the Gettysburg Battlefields were my first few steps in them... What a way to start...how could I ever wear anything else? Trace
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