May I reach heaven’s joy’s O bright heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart whatever befall,
still be my vision O ruler of all.
Eleanor Hull-Public Domain
Somewhere along my journey it dawned on me.
This is meant to be.
You can’t go back to what you once knew.
You must travel onward and upward until
you reach the Father’s House.
In my Father’s house are many mansions. I go to
prepare a place for you—(John 14:2 NKJ).
Jesus took a towel and met with me one day.
“Will you let me wash your feet before you go your way?
Before you begin the work I’ve called you to do—
Before you yield your body my power and love flow through.
Before you face another day knowing not what it will bring,
Will you let me wash your feet and cause your heart to sing?
Will you cease from all self-effort, come to me and rest—
Learn my yoke is easy, my will for you is best?
Will you let me wash your feet before you start your day?
Will you listen for my voice—my will and way?”
“Not only my feet…my head, hands and heart.”
© Glenda Mills 2014
He came to Peter, who said to him, “Lord, do you wash my feet?” Jesus answered him, “What I am doing you
do not understand now, but afterward you will understand”—John 13:6 ESV.
“As long as the earth remains, there will be planting and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter,
day and night” (Genesis 8:22 NLT).
Summer and winter and springtime and Harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above,
join with all nature in manifold witness,
to Thy great faithfulness
mercy and love.
* Lyrics Thomas O. Chisholm, Public domain