Lord, in the quietness
I feel your love
washing over me.
Lifting the dust, cleansing the dirt.
I feel your hands, firm,
gentle, with the towel.
I can take that.
What I find hard, too hard to take,
is seeing you kneeling
at my feet.
I can understand, Peter.
I can feel his shock
as he looked down,
Looked down on you.
To find you on the floor.
The protests rise in my throat,
as they did in his.
I can accept a high and mighty God,
it fits the pattern of the world I live in.
A world of yes sir, no sir,
three bags full sir.
But to see you, Lord,
there, at my feet. That’s hard.
It makes me uncomfortable. I feel
It’s too great a gift.
I want to lift you up
and put you back on the pedestal.
That’s where God belongs.
And yet I think what I see you’re saying.
That in a world where everything has to be paid for.
your love is free.
That in your kingdom, privilege counts-
And that all the values of the world
turn upside down at your touch.
Lord, it’s your gift.
It’s so great,
so different from anything I’ve ever known,
it has no price tag.
I can’t save for it, can’t earn it,
can’t even bargain for it.
Just accept it.
Lord, give me the humility
to accept your humility.
“So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it.” Hebrews 4:16 (NLT)