His Saint Feet
The feet of our Lord walked
Along the dusty roads,
Scratched by the stones.
Along the narrow paths,
Cared by the green grasses.
Those Saint Feet were not aware of tiredness,
He walked His way with worthiness.
Beyond an ordinary strength those feet walked.
Days and nights,
Proclaiming to avoid the fights.
Those feet were washed by tears,
Those feet didn’t know any fears.
People knew those feet,
They didn’t want them to bleed.
Those who brought their sin to His feet
Were blessed and greeted.
That’s how he treated everyone.
But a betrayal was done.
His body was crucified.
Some people cried,
Some stood aside.
The same happens today.
And here I would like to say:
If you don’t trust
You will stay in dust.
And if you are a sinner,
Looking for salvation
Or wishing to get rid of temptation
Kneel before His feet,
Pray and ask for forgiveness
And you will go up to fineness.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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