Ode to my feet

How many miles

Have these old feet tread,

From an infants walking,

To an old man dead.

From nimble steps.

To running free,

Thousands and thousands,

Of paces for me.

Down through the years,

Day in and day out,

When i was thin,

When I was stout.

When i was young,

And had not a care,

In toil and trouble,

You always were there.

You carried the load,

When tired and so wrought,

In all kinds of weather,

We gave you no thought.

But God loves it all,

Especially our feet,

With bunions or corns,

Stinky or sweet.

He does love the lowly,

This I have found,

Because they  are humble,

And close to the ground.

A lesson to learn,

And one we should know,

Our feet show us clearly,

What's best for our sole (soul),

We take them for granted,

Like most people do,

Oh, lowest of members,

This ode is for you.