From the crucible of weakness
Humbly forged amidst tears,
A solitary figure now appears.
With deft resolution
Towel and water in hand
He motions for his friends to draw near.
As they realize his intent
They quickly decline,
Whereupon he corrects their misplaced fear.
Then with joyous humility
He washes their feet
The Son of Man, Servant of all, has drawn near.
By Glen Alan Woods
April, 2004
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