kiss your feet

This song makes my entire self take one big, deep breath. So I decided to make my blog about it. Everything about what is messy and real and stupid and hard and awesome is what I want to be talking about. So here’s one of my favorite songs of all time:

“i dreamed i kissed Your feet
between the cigarette butts
on the side of fourteenth street
i got down on my hands and my knees
with an alabaster jar

i dreamed i’d bleed with Your praises
just to make the world
smell like Your grace again
i got down on my hands and my knees again

and i’m crawling on the floor
just to find You now
to tell You how i feel, i’m falling all over myself

good morning brokeness
you know you’ve cut me to the bone
like one of those days in the middle of the winter
the kind that you can’t run away from
and we’ve been here for so long
but I found a way to appease You
inside this alabaster jar

and i’m crawling on the floor
just to find you now
to tell You how i feel, i’m falling all over myself

and all my afflictions
they’re only light ones anyway now.”

Kiss Your Feet (John Mark McMillan)

 When one of the Pharisees invited Jesus to have dinner with him, he went to the Pharisee’s house and reclined at the table.  A woman in that town who lived a sinful life learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee’s house, so she came there with an alabaster jar of perfume. As she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them.
Luke 7:36-38
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