OK, my biggest worry right now is what I will do when I run out of old poems to post. I guess I'll just have to trust God to give me something new to say!
How Beautiful the Feet
A self-portrait
Her feet were marred and ugly
Weighted down with scars of sin
She feared to trod
With feet unshod
Before the eyes of men
Some days she tried to hide them
Disguise the hurt and shame
Avoid the stares
Repressing cares
Claim ridicule as name.
Another time in loathing
Determined to control
Just change her ways
Defy decay
Shed will herself be whole!
She pled with God to change them
Restore her to her youth
Muster belief
Hope for relief
Yet mirror told the truth
When still no change befell her
When faith had hit a wall
Now finally still
Providential will
Came through with louder call
And in such humble moments
Dependence found at length
Embraced her call
Rejected pall
Her frailty brought His strength
She stepped into the masses
New confidence to speak
Shame left behind
No more confined
She finally saw the broken and weak
Armed with her grace-filled story
With news that is so sweet
To truth she clings
Gods Word that sings
How beautiful the feet!
Written February 1, 2005
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Dec. 31, 2005 - Untitled Comment
I have some time now to read through it. Thanks for being willing to put yourself out there.