Barefoot I Come

Barefoot Father,

I come slowly

as I step into such a Holy Place with You. 

My feet wiggle with tickles

in Your Presence which I stand,

For there is no one higher than You…

no one.  

You are the Ultimate of everything Good. 

Your Pureness

has a Shine

that Created the sun
- a fiery ball - 

with just a Spark of Your Flame. 

Worthy of praise to You,

I place my thoughts before Your Throne
as barefoot I come. 

I reconize my voice can only attempt

to expel the Life

that Colors all my days
 with Rainbows,

as Your Glory Sings

of the Substance of such Holiness. 

So excitedly I join the unseen

but Known

as I walk this Holy Place with You. 

Spinning me fiercely

You Create a Wind

that Picks up

those I love to join the Jubilee.  

Passion Seeks crevices

to live

through pain and despair

of a world broken

and hearts crushed under lost hope. 

Suffering and blinded

You Guide our hearts

to Find Your Place of Amazements. 

You teach us to Dance

as You Turn our mourning

into the Beauty of Your Countenance. 

Oh to step forward,

step upward,

to the Height of One so High. 

Radiantly taking on Your Beauty,

simply by joining Your Kingdom. 

Such a privilege to stand Here;

this Holy Place

where the Rule is Love Supreme.  

Power of Your Name

Takes domain

I enter with ease,

staying as I Fill

with Your Love so Strong. 

The earth cries Holy. 

The heavens cry Holy. 

The core of our existence

bows
to raise Your Name in honor. 

Pure and Holy

was,

is

and is to come

has Created Perfect Balance

to Thread us into a body

Created for the Bride Groom,

our Savior. 

Purposes for Bringing us

into This Holy Place;

Reasons to Woe us

time and time again

to wade in the Waters of Your Goodness. 

Seasons of Cleansings,

days of Purifying,

weeks of Nudging us

to a Throne of Grace

for Mercy to Refurbish rusty, troubled minds.  

Renewing,

Transforming,

Creating,

for a Day of Jubilee.

For a Groom

that Carried my suffering and blindness

to His death for my freedom

so I could be His prize.   

Oh yes,

barefoot Father…

dancing in Fields of Grace

as my heart climbs

to the Height of You,

For there is no one higher than You… no one.