Love Done Clumsily

Here is me,

I am becoming an expert

At

Love Done Clumsily

I tend to be ...

Smiling at the pitchfork of self-righteous faith

Zealots setting up to plant a seed of doubt

My heart is asking me, is it true you are not saved

Today God will test if their truth borders on conceit

That’s why I always ask if they will wash my feet

Yes, I know my wish to be kind is a mess

When I hear me,

Mocking for the wrong reason—

Sometimes, though I confess

My reply isn’t even close to

Love Done Clumsily

When I always ask them ...

Is hidden in your sackcloth and ashes

A mustard seed of faith for me

If so, let me put my spiritual feet up

As I sure could use your judgmental hope

I’ll know you’re sincere when you show me

You actually brought a bowl and soap

Now, now you,

Are you becoming an expert

At

Love Done Clumsily

Brothers and Sisters ...

I like to believe all can own untainted faith --but

Our stained feet always give us away

Reminders even to the most devout

All need to be steadfast in foot treading

The dark Terebinth seeds of doubt

So let me ask you again ...

Is hidden in your sackcloth and ashes

A mustard seed of faith for me

If so, let me put my spiritual feet up

As I sure could use your judgmental hope

I’ll know you’re sincere when you show me

You actually brought a bowl and soap

I hear your truth say

All sense your soul holds a dead mustard seed

We holier-than-thou agree your faith is not ours

Relief can be yours if you accept our beliefs

There will be no washing of feet today

There will be no washing of feet today

And I say as they walk away

I can live with you shaking dust off your feet

YET, I feel my heart once more

Silently cry and say ...

Here is me,

I am becoming an expert

At

Love Done Clumsily

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Genre: Sacred Folk / Americana | Mood: Defiant / Tender / Yearning / Melancholic

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