It’s one blessed thing to meet,

And quite the other to touch Jesus’s feet.

It’s good to see,

But better to know. 

It’s down on one knee,

Or two, we should go.

Maybe best for our eyes to meet

Our Savior at His feet.

At His feet we drop,

Such sins of living we should stop.

Crushed that snake’s head,

And all those mistakes we do dread.

Then blessedly we LOOK UP to stand NOT proud, 

But LIFTED, as up upon His Cloud. 

That’s a feeling I hope always to seek,

THANKFUL, because JESUS lifted ME to my feet.

AMEN