I am kneeling
here
at your feet.
I am asking you
to take off your shoes.
I am asking you
to let Me
wash your feet,
but
you are resisting.
Why?
What do you fear?
Of what are you ashamed?
Do you not want Me
to see
the dirt;
the grime;
the imperfections?
Would you rather
keep them
secret?
Do you fear
that I will reject them;
that I will refuse to wash them;
that I will think them too dirty;
that I will think them beyond help?
O My child,
My precious child,
I already know
what they are like.
I know
how dirty they are;
how painful they can be;
how tender in places.
That is why
I am offering
to wash them.
I am offering
because
I can help
If you will let Me;
if you will surrender
to Me.
Give them
to Me
willingly.
Do not fear.
Do not be ashamed.
Let Me
wash
your feet.
My child,
I am kneeling here
before you.
What
do you want
Me
to do
for you?
©Kathleen Wilks
About the author
Kathleen Wilks
I have been writing poems for a number of years now and many of them have been used as prayers in church services.
Recently I have started to write meditations. These are based on people in the Bible who met with Jesus.
Other meditations are to be read on a more personal level as God speaks to us, collectively or as individuals where we are now.
The meditations can be used in services, in study groups or in private.
I live in York, England, and worship at Holy Trinity Church, Heworth, and St Olave's Church in York.
I work as Property Manager for the Diocese of York in the Church of England.