Father, give me feet like that of the Savior’s,
That tread faithfully down the servant’s path.
May they be fit for your honor and reputation,
Supporting a frame that builds what only lasts.
In the wake of the dust they create,
May love be sown around.
And may it be that many will follow,
As they aim toward Heaven’s ground.
(C) Copyright 2003 by Matthew R. St. John