Poem: Wash Your Feet

May I wash your feet Lord with my tears? May I come into your throne room and let you know I’m yours? May I cleanse your feet as I lay before you; so that you will know that I am humble before you? May I use my tears as I speak to you Lord, do you mind?

My tears flow freely as in your spirit I stand, so can I just use them? The feet are beautiful of those that preach the gospel and yours Lord are the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen; because they have been so many places through your spirit I see.

They have been busy to this day where your spirit leads. If I wash your feet does that count for washing all the places they have been by your spirit? Because the more I wash Lord the more humble I grow. If I miss a spot Lord let me know.

I hope you don’t mind if I take my time; I just want to stay here in your presence for a while. I know the longer I stay the more I can learn from your spirit that brings me here before you. I want more of you Lord; more.

More than yesterday to lead the way. More than the day before when you opened the door; more Lord, more. If I wash your feet and humble myself before you lord will you walk with me some more?

Will you lead me Lord I pray as before you I stand today? I come to seek your face. I come to know your grace. I come to leave here with more of you than I came with.

Can I wash your feet Lord today?