MY FIGHTING BOOTS!

 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.