Hands and Feet (Humble) by Melissa Arel
Humble are these hands that hold your little soul within my breast
They caress your blossoming shape with every moment of lifes breath.
Humble are these feet that walk upon the pathway of beauty and truth
They carry a growing spirit inside this vessel of your origins roots.
And humble will be the hands that reach for a mothers unending love
Humble will be the feet that run toward the arms of a fathers touch.
Humble are the hands that were nailed to the Cross formed from a tree
Humble were the soles of the feet that walked the hill of Calvary.
Humble are the hands that healed, and tenderly washed our feet
Humble was the Saviour of all such perfect love was He.
Because of Him, the Lord has made me humble and so I shall remain
I feel your hands and feet inside me, child, such purity I cannot contain.
Humility has settled upon us, yes in this - such a forming state
So as I await your arrival, I know Gods timing is never too early nor too late.
You were meant to be my son, right from the very start
So even though you dont have too much, you certainly have my heart!
08/27/2003 Posted on 09/02/2003 Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
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