Feet 3/29/10
I look at my feet
I see chipped nail
polish
Blisters, scabs
and bites.
A flip-flop tan, a
bruise.
Puffy toes, veins
extra blue.
Not the most
attractive part,
Hardly what I’d
call a work of art.
And yet you say…
Your feet are
beautiful,
When they bring my
good news,
Despite the
bruises, the purples, pinks and blues,
You say they are
beautiful.
Even through the
spots and scars,
You have put my
feet just where they are.
You place them to
show peace,
To reveal love, to
bring release.
Lord, you have my
heart.
Take my feet,
direct their path,
Lead them for your
glory,
Where only what’s
done for you will last.
