In Another Man’s Shoes

by Steven Knipping | © 1995 Hosanna Porirua

I remember playing together when we were little kids
You always had a joke, there was nothing you would miss
I remember standing with you looking out to sea
You were so sure of yourself and I wished it was me

And if I put my feet in another man’s shoes
Would I see the road you were going to choose?
And if I put my feet in another man’s shoes
Would I see the road you were going to choose?

Next time I stood by you I was carrying you to your grave
You’d taken your own life at eighteen years of age
(It was) Darkness at noon and the Judas tree
(It was) Shame and grief for your family

And if I put my feet in another man’s shoes
Would I see what you saw?
Did you really have so little to lose?
And if I put my feet in another man’s shoes
Would I see what you saw?
Did you really have so little to lose?

Then one day I met the man on the cross
He said “I have come to save the lost”
And that’s just how he found me

And I stood in a thin light
I could see his way ahead
I looked at my own dark, dark past
And I heard what he said

And I put my feet in another man’s shoes
And I walked, yes I walked down his road
And I put my feet in another man’s shoes
But where were you so I could tell you it all?

Then you came back to me just the other day
I was talking to a friend walking down your way
I pleaded with her not to follow that road
I pleaded with her to look for the hope

And sheput her feet in another man’s shoes
And shewalked, yes she walked down that road
And sheput her feet in another man’s shoes
And shewalked, yes she walked down that road

I remember standing with you looking out to sea