Feet Poem by Janet Mary Zylstra

How beautiful are the feet of those who are wearing shoes of peace,
Who tread the dusty, desert paths and Wilderness-harsh streeets;
Tramping feet that march in time to the joyful song of glory,
Bringing hope unto the hopeless as they tell the Gospel story.

How glorious are the feet that stride from mountain top to valley,
Knowing to redeem the time and yet to never tarry
Among ephemeral pleasures of a lost and fallen world;
They go about God's business, bringing healing from His Word.

How precious are the feet that step into the Bloodstained Prints left there
By the One Who passed before them through this vale of despair;
Feet that never hobble, never hesitate nor flee,
As they share Salvation's Story that will set the sinner free.