The Walk
Looking down at mud stained feet
Feet that have touched unholy ground
Sitting on the seat untouched be forgiveness
Knowing the ache of too long spent
Head in hand as memories flood
Disgust lingering deep
The sun begins its climb
Rays of newness touching humanity
Splashes of hopelessness
Despair wracked sobs
Loneliness that chains the heart
Memories of overwhelming love
And I rise
Longing just to touch His feet
In all my filth
Longing to say I am sorry
Once again to see the love
Love that cleans
Feet heavy with chains
Weight the reaches the deepest levels
Moving on as one desperate for pure water
As one longing for air
The wind stirs
I look ahead
Strength begins to rise
Hope coursing like blood
And then the sound
Pounding feet meeting dry cracked earth
Shame bows a head
Feet halt unworthy
And then the arms
Grace and mercy enfolding
Tears of repentance
Tears of Joy
Purity and peace……..Joy everlasting
S.B
7 comments:
Sharon, this this absolutely heart touching. You do have a way with putting feelings into words.
God bless.
How moving . . . amazing how fewer words are often more. Thanks for such a honest depiction of a heart recognizing its need for Him.
Rachel
Amazingly awesome sis, love you.
Amazingly awesome sis, love you.
Beautiful...and I love your new header
Love this....
And look someone already likes your new header =)
How beautiful! Reading those words reminded me of what Charles Spurgeon said, and I paraphrase....One day these feet that have walked dusty roads will one day walk on the streets of New Jerusalem, One day, this head that hurts will one day wear a crown. One day, this heart that has known tremendous heart ache will one day find rest that therefore remaineth for the people of God. Blessings, Annie
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