The Feet of Love

Little bitty feet
Feet that haven’t hit the ground
So soft and tender

Feet of a newborn
The feet of Immanuel
The most precious feet

They would walk the ground
Walking where the Father led
Every step He said

Perfume would wash them
Tears would fall upon them too
Skin no longer soft

A nail would pierce them
A sacrifice made for us
By a Saviors love

 

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