Find Me At His Feet

When the world comes against me and my friends cannot be found.
When Satan sends pain, sorrow and hurt round after round.
Don’t think my tears will not flow, nor my heart not be broken into.
Find me at the feet of Jesus for I’ll still be praying for you.

When I try and I try to do the best I can
When I love my enemy but I’m attacked on every hand.
Don’t think I’ll hurt forever nor will my tears forever flow.
Find me at the feet of Jesus for He still loves me so.

When my family is drowning in greed and jealousy
When they refuse to do the righteous thing by me
Don’t think I’ve given up on praying for I’ve only just begun.
Find me at the feet of Jesus, God’s one and only Son.

Find me at His feet in the middle of the night.
Find me at His feet when I the devil continue to fight.
Find me at His feet when I am growing weary and old.
Find me at His feet for in His glory I shall behold.

When my eyes close in death and I can’t hear your precious voice anymore.
When I see the angels gather and they surround my room and door.
I’ll be going home to see my Savior but your love with me I’ll keep.
Remember to look for me because you will find me at His feet.

Written by Sybil Shearin
(c) 10-2003
At the Feet of the Son!

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