In His Shoes

Written on 4-18-03





I woke up today a little bit confused
I was walking around in someone else’s shoes
As I looked around I became aware
I was in a place of remarkable despair

"It’s dark in this place," I said to myself,
"It’s cold and empty, there’s not even a shelf"
I looked down to find chains attached to me
Around my hands and feet as I began to see

I was in the jail cell where my Savior once was
The place where they beat Him just because
Then soldiers came in and they dragged me out
They began to mock me with yells and shouts

They stuck a crown of thorns upon my head
And struck me with a whip as I bled
The pain was agonizing yet somehow I knew
It would only get worse in this man’s shoes

Weak and broken I cried out to my Lord
I felt that pain as I was nailed to the board
Never have I felt such pain inside me
Yet He endured it so I could be free

I struggled to make it up that dreaded hill
The place where I would hand over my will
I felt so wretched, I felt so much shame
Every sin on that cross bore my name

As I hung there I took a look around
Staring at the people as my tears hit the ground
I know why he died, he did it for me
He endured such pain to save the people I see

I was growing weak I couldn’t grasp any air
With one last breath I was assured that he cared
So I closed my eyes and felt the release
My soul has been touched by His hand of peace

Now I can imagine what that day might have been for Him
And how victory came when it looked so grim
Looking back to that day it would be hard to choose
To walk another mile in that man’s shoes

But that’s exactly how he’s called me to live
To love and to serve and to always forgive
My life is not my own, I now have an obligation
To bring this news to all of the nations!