My thoughts are higher than your thoughts,
and My ways above your ways.
Yet some of My ways seems beneath you, My children.
You seek Me in lofty places,
gazing over My Holy Head as I
kneel with basin and towel
washing soiled, wounded feef.
With tears I search your eyes,
as they stay focused on the skies,
I am God's Kneeling Servant,
high and lifted up.
Don't you understand that
you must join Me down here
before you can meet Me up there?
Susan Lenzkes copyright © 2002
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