When I feel unworthy of your love,
you kneel down below me,
and you wash my feet.
You clean all of the dirt from my heels,
and you rid me of pain.
As you wash my feet,
you wash my soul.
You take away everything unclean
so that the only thing that’s left is righteousness.
“How could I be worthy of this?” I say.
I am not but I rest in the One who is.
I rest in the simplicity of His sacrificial love.
I rest in the beauty of Jesus.
