Apr
17
Pure soft feet learning to walk on a charcoal path,
Toes grasp like monkey claws holdin to the destination.
Wise feet arrive at the stone doorstep again and again,
The door is closed with hung lessons to help the soul.
Knock the door will be opened, seek and yu shall find
My Young naked feet dance like a real human girl
To cold whispers that tickle my blackened toes.
My feet walk in shoes given to me by my brother.
I won’t take them off because he said my feet stink.
Old tired feet asked a China man for a deep tissue massage.
He said I’m too dirty to touch, and only Jesus washes feet.
My feet don’t feel the ground, I think I can reach the sky.
I rise like a balloon to Jesus in the clouds , oh, so high.