I don't think that my Heavenly Father wears shoes,
And when I don't; I feel free,
I feel the grass between my toes, I feel the wind on my feet
As must He.

We wear them to protect our feet from dust,
And so that they're not bruised and cut.
But that's not a problem for Him i suppose,
As He cannot be damaged or hurt.

My Heavenly Father doesn't wear sandals,
As sometimes in paintings it's shown.
Why would He? He's eternal,
all fashions He's seen and He's known.

My Heavenly Father doesn't wear shoes,
And one day neither will I.
I'll be protected -
When I'm resurrected,
Sometime after I die.

So I'll put on my shoes every day
Until then,
And wait till I can untie my laces,
And be with my Heavenly Father again.