The Savior, He wore sandals and through the many miles He walked,
The people they all gathered, they all marveled when he talked.
I am sure his feet were worn, yes, they must have been so sore.
Yet he never murmured or complained of the pain he surely bore.
So here I am serving and doing all that I can do.
To be just like the Savior I am trying through and through.
And now my shoes are dusty, you could say they are even worn.
But oh it is so worth it when I testify that He was born.
I teach about His kindness, and His love for all mankind.
I testify of Jesus Christ, in Him my words I find.
So for now I walk and walk and move from place to place.
So on that day I meet my Savior I will know I have blessed others with His grace.
by Stephanie Hicken
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