Prostrate I fall
Face to the floor
I reach out to touch the most beautiful feet.
Normally disgusting
Cringing, withdrawing
Somehow these feet welcome me home
Eye level with carpet
I know my place
Is to respond with worship, to feast upon grace
My hands have never touched
such beautiful skin.
So precious, so strong ~ encouraging strength within.
Feet of love
Feet of flesh
My savior has come that I might have rest.
© 2006 by Kendra Hinkle.
