FEET

Swaddling bands, lovingly wrapped,
Protected tiny feet
From the cold and from jagged straw.

Damp from Jordan's water
His feet carried Him to the wilderness,
To the brash abrasion of sand.

He who could move in an instant
From Judea to Galilee
Traversed Samaria on foot.

So the women, loving their Master,
Bathed His feet in these ointments ‑
Myrrh, nard and tears.

Why then did men drive nails
Into these holy feet?

Living again He could say,
As evidence of His life,
"Behold My hands and My feet".

He sits at God's right hand
Till His enemies shall be made
The footstool of His feet.