When My Feet Travel

Stained and battered,
Fallen again,
Again.

With no worth,
My heart yearns for something more.

I stumble and crash,
Bruises only visible to a King.

Love and compassion,
Wrap their arms around me.

When running into my mess,
I couldn't help but find Your grace.

Rescuing such a lost and wounded soul,
You breathe life into my lungs,
And meaning into my being.

When my feet travel far away from You,
And my heart resists your love,

I glance over my shoulder,
and look past my pride.

Only to find my Savior,
Chasing His pride & joy.