how did you hold your nerve;
knowing all would
betray or desert you
knowing the pain that lay ahead,
how did you hold your nerve?
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how did you wash their feet;
knowing they misunderstood
you loving action,
knowing you would be denied
as they fled for their lives,
how did you wash their feet?
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how did you share broken bread,
poured out wine,
knowing this was your last meal,
knowing the other cup
would not be lifted
or taken from you
how did you share bread and wine?
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these are my question today,
as I enter your story afresh,
and the answer I find is love,
only love could bear and break and serve...
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Only love...
