He knew the path He was to walk
And that they all would run,
Yet still He washed His pupil’s feet.
For that’s how grace is done.
To heal the blind and lame.
He taught them how to call the lost,
All in His Father’s name.
Within life’s raging gales,
And how to light the darkest night
With love that never fails.
The Lord made flesh on earth,
That even those disdained by all
Can know their soul’s rebirth.
And calmed the stormy sea
Bent and washed His pupil’s feet,
And did so lovingly.
Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into
his hands, and that he had come from God and was going back to God, rose from
supper. He laid aside his outer garments, and taking a towel, tied it around
his waist. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples'
feet and to wipe them with the towel that was wrapped around him.
This beautiful photo of waves washing the shore is a blessing from DE. Thank you, D!
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