MY WALKING PARTNER

Few places have I traveled to,

And yet, my feet have grown threadbare.

The years of walking on this earth,

Have caused in me this disrepair.

One day I’ll wake and be refreshed,

I’ll walk on God’s golden highway.

Will walk barefoot ‘cross the heavens,

Won’t need to rest along the way.

But, today, my steps are labored,

Calluses form upon my feet.

I walk with God, His hand in mine,

His grace sustains when I am weak.

Another mile through sun and rain,

I travel on seeking the sun,

And the while I walk on this earth,

I walk with God’s own Sacred Son.