At Your Feet


"Rend your heart and not your garments. Return to the Lord your God, for He is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love...." (Joel 2:13)
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My mistakes are many. My intentions are good, but the reality is a disaster. I easily give up my position of strength because I unconsciously think I can do what only your Spirit can. My pride gets in the way. My fall is swift. The discontent that has crept up on me month after month has driven a wedge between us. How could I have let it get this far? It was never my intention for us to be distant, for you to be foreign, you whom I was beginning to know. I put foolish matters above you, you whom I love so deeply, the one i always run to. The only one with whom I can be myself.
But i am back again, seated at your feet, humbled, repentant. I came to a familiar place and found a chilling wind had settled in every corner. And the warmth I carried was chilled; I see things as they are now. All that has caused me uncertainty and turned me luke-warm I release at your feet. Doors of the past are shut. I lay the keys before you. 
I belong here with you. I choose to be where you are because I have always felt the safest and peaceful here. I want to be seated at your feet, to worship at your feet. I’ll be right here at your feet. Forever.
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