When I was resting on my couch this morning
I felt the warmness of the sun shining through the
window. It especially felt good on my bare feet.
Then I began to think about some other feet....
Feet with no shoes on cold prison floors,
Feet blistered and torn with festering sores,
Feet that are running through jungles and field,
Feet that are weary and hardly can walk....
These are the feet of my brothers and sisters
Their feet are following the Lamb wherever He goes
Their feet are shod with the Gospel of peace
They keep going to the ends of the earth
I thought about the woman whose
teardrops fell as she washed Jesus feet,
As I kneel in prayer for my persecuted family
May I "wash their feet" with tears of love...
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