Her lips kiss the desert sand from Eternity’s feet because a heart that is forgiven much feels no humiliation in kissing Love’s feet. Her salted teardrops fall, soothing the wounds where leathered sandals rubbed raw the feet of Heavens gift. Though she hears the whispers of condemnation her heart listens for only one voice. She unravels her glory, her hair, and lets the rich locks wipe her drops of gratitude from that which will soon be pierced and broken for her escape. Here at the feet of mercy is the highest ground she has ever knelt. Here she has found one who does not take, does not judge but will give His life for her.