The Towel and the Table

Upon the night so still, so deep,
Before the world would wake or weep,
He knelt, the King, with basin wide,
And washed the feet of those beside.

No throne of gold, no crown to wear,
But love poured out in servant care.
The hands that shaped the stars above
Now wiped the dust with holy love.

He broke the bread, He raised the cup,
“This is My body—drink it up.
Remember Me in all you do,
My covenant, poured out for you.”

The shadows crept, the hour grew late,
The Lamb would bear the sinner’s fate.
Yet in that room so dimly lit,
Divine compassion brightly lit.

“A new command,” He gently said,
“Love one another in My stead.
Not just in word, but in the way
You serve, you give, you kneel, you pray.”

And so this night, with hearts made pure,
We walk the path where Christ was sure.
From towel to table, cross to grave,
We bless the One who came to save.

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

Jhn 13:12  When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. "Do you understand what I have done for you?" he asked them.
Jhn 13:13  "You call me 'Teacher' and 'Lord,' and rightly so, for that is what I am.
Jhn 13:14  Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another's feet.
Jhn 13:15  I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you.
Jhn 13:16  Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him.
Jhn 13:17  Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.