Kenneth R. Jenkins
Sunday Shoes - Poem by Kenneth R. Jenkins
Inspired by my wife Vanessa A. Jenkins
Can you walk a mile
In my Sunday shoes?
Go to places I've been long and wide
Or some place you'll pay your dues?
Can you wear my shoes
That danced in God's praises
Cutting a step or two
Head reared and voices raises hig
Those old dusty Sunday shoes.
I walked places far as well as near
And back again to go anywhere
To any place I want to go from here
And there again.
To marches long for Freedom's cry,
To Church on a dusty country road,
To fields where coteon grow high,
In my old dusty Sunday shoes.
Can you just walk in
These old dusty shoes?
Being foe or either friend
In those old dusty shoes.
If I have to walk to hell and back
I would in these dusty old shoes
But I only walk to Church in them in fact,
These old dusty Sunday Shoes.
I'll keep walking in them until
The Good Master calls me home
Hoping someone will someday fill
These old dusty Sunday shoes.
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