I carry no fear on my shoulders
I have saved no teardrop to shed
I have left every iota of worries
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Worries? They have no rooms in me for rent
Harmony, peace and joy cram the whole story
Every other issue is backstory
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Backstory is a tale of yesterday
I spend time now swimming in God’s love
Waves of pain, illness and disease are
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Disease of the Egyptians shall not know me by name
Cancer is a raging empty threat
Hunger and starvation their powers rid
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Rid of gory garments and pierced sides
Christ rose in glory with fierce strides
Armed soldiers strapped with sleep
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Sleep in the arms of a loving mother
Tomorrow the fever with shudder
Because all the bugs in a million march lie
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
March, march on Christian soldier
Relieved of every burdensome weight
Tomorrow is certain, today is fixed, last night is
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Rebekah E.
© 2020
Christ a poet 