One would think that it was strange
To be clutching an old shoe
Unless you knew all the days of doubt
And fear it brought her through
In times that she would feel
So unworthy of his name
That's when she'd go and find the shoe
And remember once again
He had found her in his field
This poor stranger to his face
But in his heart, she soon had found
A very special place
He longed to give her rest
Knowing well what he must do
He gladly paid the purchase price
Confirmed by that old shoe
It's more than just an old shoe
It's a token of his grace
Reminding her of his great love
And the price that her redeemer paid
Assuring her that she can endure
Whatever she will face
It's more than just an old shoe
It's a token of his grace
It's weathered and it's worn
It's old but tried and true
But some have said it's out of style
And I need something new
But that comfort that it gives
Tells me nothing else will do
It's brought me much too far to cast aside like an old shoe
It's more than just an old shoe
It's a token of His grace
Reminding me of His great love
And the price that my Redeemer paid
Assuring me that I can endure
Whatever I will face
It's more than just an old shoe
It's a token of His grace
One would think that it was strange
To be clutching an old shoe
Unless you knew all the days of doubt
And fear it brought her through