I worship at your feet.

 I Worship at Your Feet

A Reflection on Psalm 95:6 and Luke 7:37-38

I worship at Your feet—not from a distance, not from pride,

But low and broken, humbled, with nothing left to hide.

Here, where the sinner meets the Saviour, where the weary find their rest,

I lay my heart, my fears, my failures upon Your faithful breast.

Oh come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the Lord our Maker. (Psalm 95:6)

At Your feet, the woman washed them with her tears,

Dried them with her hair, poured perfume, conquering years

Of shame and judgment. And You said, “Your sins are forgiven.”

At Your feet, the broken find that earth has become heaven.

At Your feet, Mary sat and listened, choosing the better part.

At Your feet, the disciples laid their cloaks before the triumphal start.

At Your feet, Thomas fell and cried, “My Lord and my God!”

At Your feet, we learn to walk the path the saints have trod.

“Lord, I am not worthy to have You come under my roof. But just say the word, and my servant will be healed.” (Matthew 8:8)

I worship at Your feet—not with eloquent words,

But with the quiet offering of a heart that has been heard.

You do not despise my trembling, my stuttering, my small.

You bend low to lift me up, to answer when I call.

So I pour upon Your feet the alabaster of my soul—

My worship, my devotion, my letting go of control.

There is no higher place to stand than kneeling at Your feet,

Where mercy and forgiveness, where love and grace repeat.

One thing I have asked from the Lord, that I shall seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to meditate in His temple. (Psalm 27:4)

I worship at Your feet. There I belong.

I worship at Your feet. Let this be my song.

Amen.