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Yesterday is no longer valid, so get aboard, we'll halt the caboose.
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2011
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