My big brown boots

On the day he left I walked the streets I lost my shoes, my feet were bare You took my hand and led me home You found my clothes and combed my hair You took me from the foreign place You led me from the burning tar And washed my devastated feet You packed a bag and cooked a meal.

When I got back I found these boots Long and brown and thick and warm I walked for miles to test their soles They brought no blisters, brought no harm Now I walk through fire and snow On stony paths and muddy fields No stone or thorn can get inside Where my small feet are held and healed.

You found me on that shattered day That day of bare and broken feet You scooped me up and set me down My damaged stem, my damaged roots You took my hand and led me home To where I'd find my big brown boots.