Misty Morning

I left home one early Misty morning I took for granted the shoes on my feet I have worn old shoes ready to be tossed But never have been forced to be shoeless The pavement was cold and wet And I saw a man I'd never met He crossed the intersection as I Waited for the light to change. I noticed that he was barefooted And immediately thought that there Must be something that I could do. I thought of the shoes on my feet. Instead of making a Uturn for home, I turned left that I might meet the man. By then I'd decided to give him my shoes. I got his attention and offered him my shoes. He hesitated, but I insisted that my shoes had Now became his shoes. He reluctantly accepted The gift of shoes and continued on his way, and I headed home, excited to be minus a pair of shoes. I was one barefooted happy man on my way home. I pulled onto my driveway and walked the few feet To a warm house and put on another pair of shoes. I was so grateful to God for giving me such opportunity.