The last night
Things are getting rough
Around here
Twelve of us still
Committed and serving.
But the City
Grandest in our long history
Turning sour toward
The Carpenter.
The storyteller
The encourager
The healer.
Says He is Son of God.
We say so too.
But few others would.
With us.
Religion holds a rope
Around the throat.
Doesn't stop
Jesus, though.
He gets up from the
PASSOVER COUCH.
Washes our feet.
Yes, He the Leader
Does the needful job.
As if Servant of all.
Washes our feet.
Refreshes us.
Whattaguy.
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