Sitting here on a rooftop in Nepal, I feel as if I’m full to the brim with weakness.
Jesus won’t you take me back? Will you take me back to that place?
To that place where I sat at your feet.
Where all I could do was stare. Stare at those beautiful feet.
Beautiful they were. For You brought life to this broken man.
You washed the filthiest parts of me. Starting at the feet you washed.
Then working your way up you cleaned me. Taking care not to miss a thing.
It didn’t matter how dirty. Or how insignificant.
Every part you tenderly washed. But you didn’t stop there.
You said, ‘not only will I wash you clean. Perfect. I will make holy. Like me.
I will always be molding you. So don’t keep this gift to yourself.
Because people will know you’re mine by how you treat others.
This gift. This news. Is not only for you. It is for everyone you meet.
So move forward with confidence.
Know that because of the news you carry.
YOUR FEET ARE BEAUTIFUL
John 13:6-10
Hebrews 10:14
Romans 10:14-15
