Broken and defeated

Crumbling to the ground

My hands reached out

And felt His feet

…….

My tears streamed down

Succumbing to pain’s sting

But anguish turned to praise

As I trusted this lowly King

“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 7:38