| Do His Feet Hurt? |
| He fell from Heaven, An example of life and agency. He landed in a world of dirt and filth Just to save you and me. Do His feet hurt? From the time He learned to walk Nothing could stand in His way. Though carpentering wasn't an easy job, Broken wood and dust was His whole day. Do His feet hurt? Temple floors made of marble And paths of rock and mud, Were trod by Him from day to day No doubt stained with His blood. Do His feet hurt? Crashing waves from the salty depths Reach at His flesh, so free. While He walks the open waters Fighting back the bitter cold of the sea. Do His feet hurt? His body faint and weak, Kneeling among dirt and grass, Asking with bleeding hands To let this cup from Him pass. Do His feet hurt? Spit and stone collide And destroy His perfect skin. The weight on His shoulders Will not let Him forget our sins. Do His feet hurt? With clenched teeth and an open side Nails are pounded through Him. With a few more words His soul is gone, A cloud-covered sun appears more dim. Do His feet hurt? An angel fallen from Heaven He came just for our sins. And when we wake up in the morn, Do we remember Him? Do we remember any Of the way He used to talk? And how can we forget The places that He walked? Do His feet hurt? |
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| By: Dawn |