TAKE OFF THY SHOES

The treacherous paths of my life spread before me.
I am not equipped for such a travel.
I am torn and weary, lacking strength to move on.
All I see.... is shattered glass pieces and gravel.

I cry out to God in my unrest!
I need his help, if I'm to take on this task.
My old shoes will not hold up, on this taunting mess!
So for sturdy provision, I decided to ask!

To my dismay, combat boots were not given!
The rocky road ahead of me was neither removed.
His voice commanded me, "Take Off Thy Shoes!'
I noted the debris still, all around me, not smoothed.

I wanted to hide from my Father.
Instead in my heart, checked faith's meter this hour!
It was still running, but almost depleted!
I felt in the smallness of such....God's Power!

Again he called out to my spirit!
TAKE OFF THY SHOES! IT IS HOLY GROUND!
I therefore obeyed, and removed my tattered shoes-
Slightly shaken by the sound.........

"The Sound" of angelic wings all around me-
Protecting me from a cut or a bruise.
The sound of my Father's heartbeat with mine-
On such sweet comfort, I did quietly muse.

The sound of the debris, in my life, being crushed as I walked-
Forward, as my Lord had commanded!
The sound of new words of wisdom imparting.......
Coming forth from all my Lord demanded.

Ah, TAKE OFF THY SHOES! HE IS HOLY!
Yes, my life's paths are intense; they are rocky indeed!
Yet, if smooth were my paths, would I hear this sound sweet?-
Of my soul crying HOLY........in need.

His sweet presence cascades all around me.....
As each step barefoot, in faith, do I take.
Jesus is here, my brokenness claimed, He reigns!
He has rescued me for his very name's sake!

I see my life's road unfolded before me.
Yet, my fear dissipates with each sound!
For all I need do is cry, "HOLY!"-
and my feet, in HIM, shall find solid ground.