When God and Man in Sandals Meet
Painting pain at Jesus' feet
Right and left by hammers meet
Fusing flesh pierced through the bones
Spiked in time and space his groans
Clouds of fallen angels near
Grinding plates of cosmos spheres
Burning sin our tortured star
Walked away with evil scars..
Bowl and towel, be lowly, friends
Right and left by hammers meet
Fusing flesh pierced through the bones
Spiked in time and space his groans
Clouds of fallen angels near
Grinding plates of cosmos spheres
Burning sin our tortured star
Walked away with evil scars..
Bowl and towel, be lowly, friends
Whom the Lamb would wash and cleanse
© 2010 g.o.
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“Lord, are you going to wash my feet?” Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”
