Wednesday, 8 August 2012


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.


  1. Dear Lord Jesus, You are our all in all..
    And to the writer of this poem...David...your name is right, Beloved son, keep writing and showing the love of the Lord, through your tender heart. Hugs Crystal Mary from Oz.

  2. I want to see the nail-pierced arms and feet when we get to heaven. I want to touch them, then fall before Him always in humble adoration.


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