John Thirteen

Know what I have done?

Meant for sharing with each soul

In the washing of the feet

In the lowly servant's role

I have left the master's chair

And removed the robe replete

And have wrapped in simplest towel

And with basin washed your feet.

Getting low at this rich feast

Ere I face the scorn of men

For the raising of your souls

In a death the prophet penned.

Not a one yet knows the cost

As I sing our people's psalm (118)

And we move on to the grove

Word and Spirit keep me calm.

Do you get this rite of love?

Will you share it when I'm gone?

It's the lowest who must lead

Simple comfort passed along.

Published by Doug Blair