Feet

By Mike Bullock

Your Word is said to be a lamp

That shines upon my feet

But it is pretty dark down there

Perhaps I should be charging up

The batteries that power

Your light which shows me how to get

Through every rock and flower.

For there are many benefits

From studying Your book

A clearer talk, a closer walk

Decide to give You lots of space

So we could finally meet

And in those times we could decide