Monday, November 7, 2011

Wash Our Brother's Feet



The fiery darts kept coming from those yet naïve and young
Supplied by one accuser from each unsuspecting tongue
His subterfuge kept hidden by confusion he inspired
As each unwitting instrument upon his brother fired

His scheme of old worked just as well as when Cain killed his brother
For envy will forever blind our love for one another
Through darkened council Satan’s schemes though old affect still yet
As brothers lured into his snares view their own kind a threat

The only One who overcame all the accuser’s strife
Refused a sword, took up His towel and then laid down His life
So if while rushing hard to war Judas happen to meet
Lay down the sword, take towel and bowel and wash our brother’s feet

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