My feet don' t look so pretty
I have been walking from city to city
Weighed down by the pack on my back
Taking the spirit I have to those that lack
They have scars that sometimes the road will make
Sometimes I have to rest them for the rest of the bodies sake
I cannot allow them to begin to fail
Without them it is too hard to use the rest of me well
Sometimes they get weary and cannot step
Good thing this is not dependent on my ability I surely need help
God gladly picks up and takes me the rest of the way
It is better for him to be my feet and words to say
Every now and then they rather stand still
Until they receive a fresh holy spirit refill
If they are not lead they will surely lose their grip
The steps they try to take alone usually trip
Sometimes they just need to stand
Praising the foundation built on rock and not sand
They can be sure they can stand strong
When the journey seems far to long
When you look at them they might not be what you expect to see
I look and see they are leading me to who I want to be
Because my scars are nothing to those on HIS hands and feet
So I gladly take them so others can be delivered by his feat
