It was the time of the Passover

And the room was prepared 

A stranger gave his upper room

He gladly obeyed. 

He'd heard of the Master

Seen many miracles too

Water turned into wine, the dead raised to life

Demons cast out, feeding of the multitude.


When the disciples gathered

In the upper room at dark

Did they even imagine

That this meal would be the last? 

The air was fraught with tension

You could cut it with a knife

'Is it me Lord, who'll betray you?'

Was each man's heartfelt cry. 


Jesus loved them all

and loved them to the end

So He picked up the basin and towel

And before each one He bent

Washed their feet, 

Patted them dry

The Servant King

His great love to signify.


John- whom Jesus loved

Was reclining at His side;

Not a little pleased with himself

and maybe puffed up with pride. 

Blustering 'shoot off your mouth' Peter

'I'll die for you, Lord', said He

But Jesus knew  before the rooster crowed thrice

Peter would deny Him vehemently. 


Judas-

I can't seem to write

Anything bad about him- 

poor man

He fell prey to 

satan's scheme

sold his soul 

and made his plans. 


And where do I see myself, Lord? 

Just like one of the twelve..

so much like John

full of selfrighteousness, pride and myself..

Sometimes like Peter with extravagant words, 

Which have absolutely no root

A whiff, a gust, a roaring storm

And I'm all shaken and shook!


Othertimes like Judas I'm quick to betray

To renege on the One who loves me

Blinded by corruption and greed.

But Grace is greater

He sees and forgives

And this is the Hope that we need.


The bread that He broke

His body given for us

The stripes that He bore for our ills;

The wine that He blessed

His blood for the world

for the remission of sins. 


So we remember this night

The Last supper of our Lord

His love that lead Him on.

To a painful death, 

To a cursed end

Beatings shame and scorn.


We speak life and healing

Through His wounds on Calvary

For our world, ravaged with disease

Suffering and misery. 

His heart of love which prompts us to serve

The down and out, 

and those with no voice to speak

Bend and wash

 each other's feet.


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