Maundy Thursday

A night of mystery

Of starry wonder,

Brings us to

A garden prayer,

The sweat on Your brow

From a prayer that we be one,

As You are with your Father

So should us twelve be.

We partook of the cup

While breaking the bread,

Said it is your body

Soon to be broken,

But we want to know who

Amongst us is the greatest?

Yet we are not to

Rule with authority,

James argues with his brother

As you walk over to me,

Pouring water into the basin

Washing both of my feet,

Why should you serve me?

The king cleanse the subject?

Son of God you serve

Those whom you created,

Life you impart to us

As long as we remain,

Abiding in you as

Branches in the vine,

Passing over our sin

Shedding blood for our lives,

Feeding my soul with

Your body and blood,

Freeing my body

From sin, death, and hell,

But tonight Son of Man

Betrayal will strike,

Twelve shall flee Him

Who refused to fight,

Satan shall take delight

As Judas comes to kiss,

The serpent is striking

But so is your heel,

Peter strikes with the sword

Yet you rebuke his anger,

Beginning your passion

Through healing the guard,

The road to the Cross

Paved with your Love.