Did you ever feel like quitting? Don't! Put on your fighting boots.
MY FIGHTING BOOTS
by Amarilys Gacio Rassler
My
fighting boots are worn today
From
all the battles of yesterdays,
But
if their tongues could come to life,
What stories they'd tell, of spiritual strife.
My
fighting boots have served me well
They've
helped me to stand against a savage hell.
Amidst
the darts of Satan's own,
I lifted the shield and boot-clad, I won.
Though
thirty-six years of warring they've made,
These
fighting-boots' power won't change, won't fade.
For
the strength of my boots comes from my God above
I could only thus stand, in my Savior's love.
My
fighting boots are getting old,
But
if your spiritual eyes could behold,
The
celestial sparks upon the soles,
They'd
see their readiness to help some soul,
Brave shoes, awaiting their marching call.
Then
on that day when my eyes will close,
And
my soldier's body comes to repose,
My
fighting boots will come to rest
Upon my coffin, having passed their tests.
No
more they'll need to shod my feet
For
at the Pearly Gates at last I'll meet,
My
beloved Who will change this army dress,
To
my bride's sparkling robe of righteousness.
