washing my feet

my feet here
darkened by dirt
callused by fear
bruised by hurt
bleeding by temptation
needing ultimate
sanctification
i made the walk
to wash YOUR feet,
MASTER,
to drench YOU with perfume
and rich jars of alabaster

YOU wash my feet
take on my filth and grime
YOUR solid white robe dirtied
by my spiritual crime
YOU wash my feet
blistered and pained
darkened and beat
to be cleansed by YOUR blood stain.


i should be the one
kneeling before YOU.
serving the SON
with all i do.

but here YOU serve,
the MOST HIGH,
the KING of KINGS,
washing my feet
washing them clean.

YOU wash my feet
take on my filth and grime
YOUR solid white robe dirtied
by my spiritual crime
YOU wash my feet
blistered and pained
darkened and beat
now cleansed by YOUR blood stain.

but here YOU serve,
the MOST HIGH,
the KING of KINGS,
washing my feet
washing them clean.

chelsea cameron
july 8, 2008