Serving master, lordly slave:
All you had – all you gave.
I would listen; I would hear.
Kneeling now, may I draw near?
Draw near

Hearing teacher, bidding friend:
All shall worship – yet you bend
To wash my feet of daily dust.
As you call, may I so trust?
So trust

Saving victim, shattered rock:
All seek entry – you unlock
Yourself the gate, the treasure chest.
Following you, may I find rest?
Find rest

Fool anointed, priest expelled:
From Father torn – to me you held.
Weak and wanton, bowed and bent,
Might one such as I be sent?
Be sent

Copyright © 2006 Jeremy Parsons