Bare Feet

By Jill Briscoe


“Take off your shoes, for this is

Holy ground.”

“All right, Lord, I understand.

You can’t wash my feet if I’m

wearing sin’s sandals.

See! - bare feet!

I’m standing still now -

on Holy ground.

Somehow it’s hard to trample

all over other people’s lives

with bare feet, Lord.

“I feel awkward like this

dressed, yet naked - humbled—

Bare feet!

Funny things—

but ready to be shod

with the gospel shoes

You would give me to wear.

“But first, Lord—

-wash me-!”

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