Jessica L. Morris

Grateful and horrified
I kneel naked before You
Aware and afraid
Full of faith and doubt
Lost and Saved
Face down in the muck of my soul 
I still feel Your Presence
So
I look up 
and see  
Your tattered sandals and dirty feet – 
Hope shatters my undeserving heart. 

*With gratitude for the writings of Brother Lawrence and Joni Eareckson Tada