ode to toe [oh so pro-sozo]

Jesus healed my toe... & this small act of love has touched my heart, a warm poke. I thought of my toe and how because of it's problem, my foot felt so disgusting before. But my feet follow Jesus, shod with the good news. They're beautiful.

beautiful feet,
toe complete,
when we meet,
with thanksgiving i'll greet,
You transform the obsolete,
and say "have a seat!"
And the fruit baskets replete
Ma lips red like a beet
Bread that fills & wine surpassingly sweet
the very pores of human flesh, divinely secrete,
From the top of Your head to the soles of Your feet.

Before
I like these "shoes"