Mindless sitting on a bus, African roads-
peeling away like the years of their life
Wrinkles, creases, tired eyes
Nothing in common but Jesus�@
FEET: Freely Entering Everlasting Truth
These feet have been places and are going places, taking God’s kingdom. Bringing grace, hope, and Truth to darkness, to the lost and broken. These feet have to live up to a lot, they have to represent something greater. Should they be clean, pedicured, and untouched? Wearing only the best of shoes, washed with only the best of soap? Perhaps…..but…..Jesus had dirty feet. The feet of a savior were not covered in the finest of fine. No, my feet are dirty; in flip flops with holes in the soles. They are simple and have been through a lot. My feet have walked to places where clean feet are unheard of. They have had blisters, holes, and even surgery in a village. Together we have met many of God’s people, many of his suffering flock. Their feet are near black, some with cuts, many with deep scars of truth. Most are without shoes, others very worn sandals. But don’t judge a person by their feet, accept that these feet have a story, they tell of plight, tell of truth. My feet have their own story, which is now joining with the stories of others. They are going nation to nation, walking the empty dirt roads, entering the humble worlds of unheard voices, and running the race God has set before me. Yes, my feet are worn and tired; but they are serving a greater purpose. As they bring Kingdom to others, who would of thought that they would end up bringing Kingdom to me. How beautiful are the feet of the messenger who brings good news, the good news of peace and salvation. My feet are supporting the image of God, they are perfect the way they are.
They roam the streets
up and down
barefoot, dirty, hungry
hands out begging
they latch on to
strangers arms
some by choice, others
orphaned, they are lost
in a world so dark.
Learning to survive,
they numb their pain
in glue, in other things.
So deep, it seems hopeless
to get out, to have a chance
on a path to nowhere.
Dusk settles on the streets
people sit at home, while
they dig through the trash.
The sound of the bustle
now quiet, the growling
of stomachs much louder.
Cry out to the Lord, pray!
Plead for the children
on the streets alone.
Hungry they come,
hungry they go.
Lost in created chaos
they roam the streets….
Haunting Eyes
the floors dirt, where
