Dirty Feet//Holy Ground

Every road a memory lane;
Painful reminders, permanently engrained.
Undeserving meets unworthy;
Wishing for a different story.
More joy and less sin;
Screaming at the door, “Let us in!”
Trusting You’re nearby;
But too impatient for Your reply.
“Why, God, why?”
Then you sent your son;
A shepherd to His flock;
Carrying the key in the shape of a cross
To open a door that once was locked.
Dirty feet find holy ground,
Running toward love profound.

Jordan McFarlen


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