Sitting at the Feet of Christ

Here I sit at the foot of Christ, what do I see?  The world looks different from down here.  I am low and prostrate.  All others tower over me.  When I look at the world, I see it but always with cross in view.  Sitting here I am so close to my Beloved that I can kiss His feet.  His poor, bloody dusty feet.  As I look at the world from this vantage point I both see just how much He loves me and recognize I put Him there.  The blood from His wounds colors my vision.  I should see the world throughHis sacrificial love.  How can I say no while I see His yes?  How can I hate as I look past ultimate love?what do you see, sitting at the foot of the cross?