Footsteps Into Silence

I hear something coming.
How can it be?
I sit here in silence;
I’ve been here in silence
For so long that sound,
Any sound seems strange,
So very foreign, almost frightening.
But it is a fear that is welcome.
Because with that sound
Comes something into my nothing.
I welcome thee, thou holy interruption,
upsetting this long and troubling silence;
But only if that sound comes
From One I need to hear, to see--
The One Who bled for me.
This sanctified silence itself bids me come
To the Feet of an Holy One,
Who stirs the clouds as dust at His coming.
Broken, I bow broken with no words,
Only a groan deep within.
It is faint, but there it is again—
That sound, I hear it approaching.
Faint though it be,
I recognize the disturbance of this quiet—
Footsteps, yes, that is the Sound that I hear!
Could it be?
Dare I dream such a dream?
But is it a dream that I dream?
Or is it the answer to that dream I have dreamed?
With the footsteps comes One
I love with deepest depths
And broadest breadths of all I am.
If these are Those Feet,
Please approach nearer, come closer.
Draw nigh more quickly.
Take me to the Feet that create this sound—
Footsteps, yes, that is it—
They are footsteps that I hear!
My heart is pounding,
This solemn sound resounding.
They thunder upon the earth, these Feet;
Yet they glide as if borne by the wind.
Creation quakes at their coming;
My spirit breaks before the One
To Whom these Footsteps belong,
As an offering poured out like oil
To anoint such Holy Feet.
Oh, I weep, I weep.
Through clouds, amidst darkness, in blinding flames
I see Feet. Oh, Holy Feet, draw me.
My Savior, my God, draw me unto Thee.
For in Thee I find my soul’s deepest dream;
In Thee I find the answer to my cry—
Nail-pierced Feet, before You I crumble.
For these Feet carry my Love, my Life, my Lord;
All I live for, all I die for—
Jesus Christ, ‘tis Thee, ‘tis Thee!