Walk a mile in my shoes
I hear the words pierce the air
I ponder this very deeply
Compelling me this thought to share

Walk a mile in His shoes if you dare
With a crown of thorns raining red
A cross upon which His shoulders bare
Feel the pain as blood is shed

The eyes of hatred and of greed
His back broken heavy with weight
Stones cutting at His feet
Strength throughout His knowing fate

Save the world from its own end
Those threatened by His Love
Travel onward although His friends
Betrayed Him yet He always Loved

Heal the sick while others say
It was a trick and He's a fraud
Your "cross" though heavy it may seem
Until you see the Son of God's