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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
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