Shiny Shoes and Dusty Boots

[Verse 1] He walked through the doors with a confident air, Polished shoes shining like he hadn’t a care. Bible in hand, eyes scanning the room, Looking for blessing, but not for the truth. [Verse 2] Another man entered, head bowed in prayer, Dust on his boots, the scent of the air. Hands worn from labor, heart heavy with pain, He whispered, “Lord, wash me again.” [Chorus] Shiny shoes and dusty boots, We all walk the road to truth. One comes proud, one comes torn, Both were loved before they were born. The Lord don’t weigh by earthly suits — He sees past shiny shoes and dusty boots. [Verse 3] The proud man prayed, “Thank You, Lord, I’m fine,” While the humble one said, “Your mercy be mine.” And Heaven leaned close, as Heaven will do, To the quiet heart whispering true. [Bridge] No gold can buy a soul redeemed, No rags can hide what grace has seen. From palace halls to the fields of clay, We all kneel down the same way! [Final Chorus] Shiny shoes and dusty boots, Hearts are judged by deeper roots. When the trumpet sounds and the curtain lifts, All that matters is love that forgives. The Lord don’t care for earthly suits — He sees through shiny shoes and dusty boots! [Outro] Grace don’t shine… it glows from within… Glows… from… within…