For Who Are Your Feet Tired?

My feet were sore
Hour after hour,
Store after store,
Sorting through shoes
Trying on clothes

I'm tired, we should go.
But no, there's always one more store
Maybe this one will have what I'm looking for,
"Shop till you drop", the saying goes.

Back to the car
I drag my tired feet
Arms loaded with bags
But my wallet empty

At least now I have
All these new things to brag
Or at least catch the eye
Of that certain guy
But I feel so empty inside

I know this is cliche, but
What is the meaning of life anyways?
You only live once, so have fun, they say.
Well I'm trying, okay?

I know there's more
But I'm a good Christian girl
I go to church each week
And pray most every day
What more could He want?

And that is how my life went
Filling my time with so many things
So I don't even have to think
Or remember my emptiness

Till one day God opened my eyes and I could see
That my whole life, I'd been living for me.
Sure I'd do a service project here and there
Feed the homeless,
Give a dollar
But even then, it was still just another activity
To fill the awful void in me

Then God took my hand
Led me away from the frivolous band
Showed me a life of service and self-denial

Now me feet are sore
Hour after hour
Door after door
Praying with people
Leaving them books

I'm tired, but I don't want to go
Have mercy, Lord, look at all these souls!
Just one more door
Maybe I have what this person
Has been searching for

Tired feet though I may have,
Still I run happily back to the van
What a day, I said, What A DAY!
I love this work, always.

So what is the meaning of life, you may say?
Well I've found my place to stay.
I've found my joy in service
I know you can too.
Door-to-door isn't the only work to do
You just need to find God's special work for you.