HIS SANDALS

HIS SANDALS

I was his pair of sandals
I carried him in the beginning when he was alone
Through forty days of fast and temptation
I carried him when he called Peter and the others
And he was alone no more
I carried him to the blind and the crippled
I carried him when he fed the five thousand with a little fish and bread
I carried him when the Pharisees and Priests turned against him
I stood with him in Pilate's court
I carried him while he carried his cross
In the end, he hung on it alone
When He carried us all