At His Feet

At His feet, this is where I should be. 

Stilling. Listening. Absorbing.

Worshipping. Bowing. Dwelling.

My feet must stop in order to tend to His. 

I must be where His feet are. 

I am to be His hands and His feet.

How can I become this if I don’t dwell there? 

A good student sits down and looks up, looks up at the teacher. 

His words pour down, down, down into every part of my being, filling me. 

These words will guide my feet.

Bowing down, I find His feet. 

Bowing down, He finds my heart. 

A broken alabaster jar pouring sacrifice, gratitude, and love. 

Tears full of joy and shame covering the feet. 

Bowing down, I find my dwelling place, the house of the Lord, where I may live forever.

Bowing down, I find my heart, my soul, my purpose, my life.

Bowing down, I find obedience to love my Lord, my God with all my heart, soul, strength and mind.

At His feet, I touch the holes-the holes that make me whole.

At His feet, this is where I should be. 

Praising.  Rejoicing.  Blessing. 

Worshipping. Bowing. Dwelling.

At His feet.