You ask to wash my feet,
as you disrobe and
kneel before me.
You wait, looking up at me.
Joy dances in your eyes.
I cannot breathe.
Everything in me threatens
to break loose, melt, flow,
in the warmth of such tenderness.
Your kindness undoes me.
Your naked love disarms me,
inviting me to bare all, too.
If I say yes,
the great flood of my longing,
my need, my pure joy
will break me open.
Yes.
I say, yes.
Please. Wash me.
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Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet,drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.
John 13: 3-5
From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan
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