makrothumia
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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