Kiss Your Feet - John Mark McMillan

I dreamed I kissed your feet

Between the cigarette butts

On the side of fourteenth street

I got down on my hands and my knees

With an alabaster jar

I dreamed I'd bleed with your praises

Just to make the world

Smell like your grace again

I got down on my hands and my knees again

And I'm crawling on the floor

Just to find you now

To tell you how I feel I'm falling all over myself

Good morning brokeness

You know you've cut me to the bone

Like one of those days in the middle of the winter

The kind that you can't run away from

And we've been here for so long

But I found a way to appease you

Inside this alabaster jar

And I'm crawling on the floor

Just to find you now

To tell you how I feel I'm falling all over myself

And all my afflictions

There only light ones anyway now