The Doormats

Were I to love you with a perfect love,

laying my life before you,

in self-sacrifice;

would you understand me?

 

Prostrate at your feet,

ready to serve,

hoping you’ll open to my love;

would you shut the door?

 

When you gaze upon me,

in my simplicity,

do you see a human being;

or do you see a doormat?

 

Would you disarm,

and lay your power down;

or take it up,

and lay me lower?

 

Will you allow me to wash your feet,

surrender up your fears;

or will you trample me underfoot,

an obstacle to your ends?

 

I will be your doormat,

I would wash your feet—

nothing will be taken,

which isn’t freely given.

 

I will to love you with a perfect love,

laying my life before you.

Understand my actions—

I’m asking you to do the same.

 

~FS