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The Gift

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The Gift

We hiked in the hills for a long, long way
My privilege was to gift their feet that day
Soak them in water, soothe with mint lotion
Seemed to me just the right heaven sent potion
My desire, you see, was to mimic my Lord

Their refusal to allow it caught me off guard
My gift was unwanted, unaccepted and scorned
No concern had they; oh, how my heart was torn
It occurred to me then how my Savior's gift waits
To be opened and entered as tabernacle gates

Will his everlasting Gift I glibly ignore
As He washes my feet on His infinite shore

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  1. Date: 10/23/2011 3:12:00 PM

    We have done this at church and it always makes some people so uncomfortable. What a shame. Tony

  1. Date: 10/23/2011 2:02:00 PM

    Barbara, a true mimic.. and gift you found upon shores. Enjoyed..p.d