Yea they’re old and scuffed and scarred

No coat of polish will renew their shine

The leathers worn pretty thin in places

Yes they have seen a lot better time

No perhaps it’s not they’re  not the proper

attire in this beautiful temple of silver and gold

I have a feeling thought that man upstairs

don’t mind that my boots are old

But you see friend these  boots are my reminder

of all the roads I have walked in life

Wore them on my Daddy’s farm when I was a young man

And wore them the day I said I do to my darling wife

They got me from my work to the hospital

the day my baby girl was born

Stomped the floor at all the family weddings

so the soles got kind of worn

They stood on the dirt at Mother’s funeral as

my tears dripped on their toes

These boots marched many miles for peace

and the end to the war in Vietnam

When my cousins cross the border daily

gave their lives for Uncle Sam

My kids have all grown up and left

my dear wife has passed on ahead

I kneel each night and say my prayers

and see these old boots below my bed

So I think the Lord will understand if

I wear them when I kneel down here to pray

These old ratty boots are my reminder

of the love he gave me every day.