Tuesday, December 12, 2006

The Most Beautiful Feet

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.