We are here, Jesus, at Your feet –

Your precious feet.

Oh, Glorious One, our hearts are burning

and we kneel, now, at Your feet…

for Your blessing and healing, we seek.

Feet, covered in blood, torn and shredded,

are pierced by the rusty nails of our sin – and rejection of You.

They point to the Cross. And our crosses.

We bow, we bend low, and kiss Your Holy feet.

Anoint us with Your Holy tears, we plead.

Hear our prayer, dear Jesus!

Your tears are falling on us.

Your blood is falling for us.

Your heart is bleeding for us.

Your Spirit is praying in us.

Let us touch Your wounded feet…

as You, Blessed One, bruised and battered, touch us.

And yet…I see a sun shining,

coming through the clouds –

a light in darkness!

Gusting grey splodges in a messy sky

are being pushed away by the wind.

So come, wind of the Holy Spirit, and move us!

Dispel the black;

bring light into our deepest fear and pain and shame…

free us, in You!

We kiss Your hurting feet –

we’re now strong – no longer weak…

we’re being blessed, for You we chose to seek.

And You, dear Suffering One,

allow us to touch You

and receive new life from Life,

as Your blood is being mingled with ours –

Oh thank You, Blessed Saviour, Saviour of the world.

Julie Hughes © Poem 2019