The christmas shoes

The Christmas Shoes

It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line
Tryin' to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood
Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously
Pacing 'round like little boys do
And in his hands he held a pair of shoes

His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe
And when it came his time to pay
I couldn't believe what I heard him say

Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight

He counted pennies for what seemed like years
Then the cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here"
He searched his pockets frantically
Then he turned and he looked at me
He said Mama made Christmas good at our house
Though most years she just did without
Tell me Sir, what am I going to do,
Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes

So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out
I'll never forget the look on his face when he said
Mama's gonna look so great

Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight

I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love
As he thanked me and ran out
I knew that God had sent that little boy
To remind me just what Christmas is all about

-Newsong

I heard this song on the way to school on 95.5 PLJ. The lyrics to this song make me cry each time I hea it. So there I was, an eighteen-year-old in a silver car, balling her eyes out at this beautiful and sad song that was on the radio. I thought about watching this story actually take place, me in line at a store and theres a little boy with only a few pennies trying to buy a gift for his dying mother right in front of me. And watching the little boy's face light up as i hand him the money to buy his mother these beautiful pain of shoes.

I wasn't singing along, which is rather difficult for me. Instead I just listened to the story that was being told through the song, tears streaming down my face. My make up was streaming down my face and it looked like I was crying black tears because of my mascara and eyeliner. The guy in the car next to me kept looking over. He was probably thinking, "Wow, that girl is having a rough day!" but I wasn't at all. I was truly in awe of how hard the song hit me.