Texty: Clay Crosse. He Walked A Mile.

Before the threads of time began
Was preordained a mighty plan
That I should walk with Him alone
The cords of trust unbroken

But fate foresaw my wandering eye
That none could yet restrain
To violate the friendship I
Would cause Him so much pain

And every time I close my eyes
I see the nails, I hear the cries

He did not keep Himself away
He was no stranger to my pain
He walked a mile in my shoes
He walked a mile

Feet so dusty, cracked with heat
But carried on by love's heartbeat
A man of sorrows filled with grief
Forgiveness was His anthem

No feeble blow from tongue or pen
Could ever sway my love for him
Across the echoed hills He trod
And reached into my world

And every time I close my eyes
I see the nails, I hear the cries

He did not keep Himself away
He was no stranger to my pain
He walked a mile in my shoes
He walked a mile

And every time I close my eyes
I see the nails, I hear the cries

He did not keep Himself away
He was no stranger to my pain
He walked a mile in my shoes
He walked a mile

He walked a mile
He walked a mile for me