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I watched him playing around my door My neighbor's little boy of four I wondered why a child would choose
To wear his dad's old worn-out shoes
I saw him try with all his might
To make the laces snug and tight
I smiled to see him walk, and then
He'd only step right out again
I heard him say, his voice so glad
"I want to be just like my dad"
I hope his dad his steps would choose
Safe for his son to wear his shoes
And then a shout and a cry for joy
A "Hello, Dad" and a "Hi-ya, boy"
They walked along in measured stride
Each face glow with love and pride
"What have you done today, my lad?"
"I tried to wear your old shoes, Dad.
They're big, but when I am a man
I'll wear your shoes, I know I can."
They stopped and stood there hand in hand
He saw his son's tracks in the sand
His word, a prayer, comes back to me
"Lord, let my steps lead him to Thee."
--Author Unknown
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