Bury Me In My Boots

Bury me in my boots
Down deep within my grave
They witnessed what life took
And testify to what it gave

Bury me in my boots
In the darkness of the ground
Of all the trails and trials
No more to make a sound

Bury me in my boots
When I lay beneath the earth
They had no choice in the choices
And never once judged me of my worth

Bury me in my boots
They had endured thick and thin
While witnessing the glory of God
And skirting around a life of sin

Bury me in my boots
Don't walk a mile with them on
You'll still not understand the why
Just walk beside me before I am gone

Bury me in my boots
Dusty and worn as they may be
They served and never faltered
In my heart they belong with me

Bury me in my boots
I will wear them to heavens door
In sincere prayer of how I lived
May my boots be cleansed and pure

Bury me in my boots
When death has won the last battle
Brand my pine box and lower it down
Near the Grama grass and grazing cattle

One morning I put on my boots and looked down, with unspoken words conveyed to my boots that we are in this together. I would try as I might to lead them down trails. Dusty maybe, hot, cold most definitely, but I would make a promise to not purposely step into another trial.
My boots know where I have been, why I been there and most importantly what being I am.
I took a photograph and told them when I die I want the reassurance that they would come with me. They hold my accomplishments, my fears, my story.
A story at times that feels more like fiction than a truth. A life with such joys I can't contain myself and times that I live in such confusion that my boots sit in a corner until I can face another day.
The love of God, respect for creatures and judgements of man. These three things  consume me. It used to be, judgements of God, love of creatures and respect for man. But man started to unrighteously judge me, I learned about the love of God and true respect for His creations.
Bury me with my boots on. Became my song or psalms of late. They say we may not be able to fully judge until we walk in someone else's shoes. Then again can we? That one short mile is not an accumulation of a life time. We should walk away from judging and be willing to walk with each other. That is a simple thought in this complex life.
We all must die but first we all must live. We will all get dirty but we need to become pure.
For now I will walk in my own boots. Take my joys and my defeats. And look forward to seeing my Lord and savior in this life or the one to come.

Bury me in my boots
Or I will come from beyond the veil
I will find who denied my wish
And make their life a living hell