Walk a Mile

In my shoes..

In the halls of North Babylon High
I was probably high,
brain clouded as the sky.
Yet I,
stayed fly,
with a fresh pair of Classic Reeboks.
The jealous girls loved taking shots--
they plotted my demise.
So you can say it was a given
that I kicked it with the guys.
Far from a tomboy
I crept with the 'Creeps',
5 of us strong,
you can say we rolled deep.
Yet unfortunately that lifestyle
wasn't one meant for me to keep.

In my shoes..
In my shoes..

Shortly after graduation is when I met him,
we quickly became that young couple
who rocked matching Timbs.
And after years of living in sin
you could say we were all in.
Said goodbye
to NY.
Dreams of starting a new life,
perhaps in Atlanta he would make me his wife.
And at that I laugh
instantly our whole became a half.
In less than a year
he too would disappear.
Alone in the A,
an out of towner trying to find her way.

In my shoes..
In my shoes..

Since he was gone
I figured I try to play the field,
a week after he left
was all the time I thought I needed to heal.
So I put on my heels
and hit the clubs,
searching for someone to keep it 100
but only finding dubs.
Got no love
until I ran into the next him,
and boy,
I wish what I know now
that I would've knew back then.
Got caught up in a triangle
with a couple of squares,
this new guy thought his women
was sent to him in pairs.

In my shoes..
In my shoes..

Barefoot and broken
this pain dropped me to my knees,
crying out to God, I shouted,
"Lord help me please!"
And right at that moment I didn't think twice,
came face to face with the Father and welcomed
the Christ.

My shoes..
My shoes..

Were always a custom fit,
and those painful experiences were designed to
equip--
me to be
like Cinderella with her slippers made of glass,
our new shoes were created to help us walk away from
the past.

In my shoes..
In my shoes..

As comfortable as they may have been
while on my feet,
those sneakers, boots and pumps
are all now obsolete.
See my shoes I can lose--
I'm strutting in His glory,
through sharing where I've been
and telling my story.

Metaphorically
you can now walk a mile,
and you'll learn that it's not
what's on my feet that keeps me in style.
It's my ability to smile
after each and every trial--
Encountered,
in my shoes.