God's Shoes Have Worn Treads

Angels mend broken hearts, they are both seen and unseen Nowhere and everywhere in faith is the same place between Devils and daydreams they walk restlessly. My heavens he works hard, tirelessly plodding through Irrigated fields of pain and misery, those of our wounded crew Radiate outwards for him to heal, and that he does All the while, archangels treading celestial and dousing loves Curative power upon the world, but we miss it sometimes Leaving out what we thought was small, this sublime Earthly tune is clear as the night of day, perhaps rhymed Sweetly, meant to do that dear, so feel him in everything And you wont run aground, keep your ship steady, love Permeates you, float on and find the miracle in your heart Lost in a myriad of confusion, donate and give hope a start, Early on in the process you will see that his treads are worn Not new, cause he's working hard performing miracles, born Twenty new ones every minute, and then some, now your excuse Yesterday is no longer valid, so get aboard, we'll halt the caboose.