Breaking In New Shoes (2 part poem)

PART 1
Lately
my feet have seen too many blisters
as if they were covered in bubblewrap
I was walking on broken glass
the North End Road felt as long as the Champs Elysées
no seats on the tube
adding insult to injury.
Yet
the day is near
when the rainbow rises
and I'll walk barefoot on the grass
butterflies caressing my hair
and daisies teasing my toes
The wounds will have been healed
and I will know
that I
have broken into new shoes
they didn't
break
me.
PART 2
Were we like new shoes for Jesus
when the Father gave us to Him
a gift He had always wanted so badly
that He would leave all the ones he already had
behind
while He came out looking for us
Yet
He knew the cost of breaking us in.
A lot more bleeding than I endured.
A much longer walk, a heavier burden.
The absolute giving of Himself to break us in
and break us free
from the rigidity of our legalism,
when we were busy setting up rules to make ourselves look "holier than thou";
or break us down from the pride
of a disrespectful heart
that snares at God
like He's just a delusion.....
Only those whom have been broken in by grace
are ready for some serious walking.