As a small child
I knew you.
I met you
in my mother's womb.
You carried me to safety
when at the tender age
of 18 months or so
I fell into a sewer well
in my uncle's basement.
He walked on water
Temptation called my name
many times as a teenager ...
but you kept whispering
"no" ...
On the top of the dirt hill
we played as children;
my brothers and myself.
We had a fort there.
You saved me
from a huge knockon the head
when a dirt clot
that contained a big rock
pushed in my "shield"
and found its way
to my forehead.
He washed the feet of others
When our car wouldn't start
and we "push started" it
(one more time)...
I forgot to let go
and I sailed over the top of the car
as it descended
down the driveway
and came within inches
of running me over.
I was unconscious
but you were with me
then, too
I was scared.
I was pregnant.
I was married
but the circumstances
were about as bad as could be.
My head was so low ...
life was so hard ...
but You ...
you lifted me up
and set my feet
on solid ground.
He willingly walked to the cross
Life can be so challenging
during the best of days
but I have learned
that if I just try
to stay in your footsteps
I can only look forward
to the journey ...
and the destination!
Thank you Jesus!
You have the most
beautiful feet!
He still walks today ... thru us