“Now before the Feast of the Passover, when Jesus knew that His hour had come that He should depart from this world to the Father, having loved His own who were in the world, He loved them to the end.

Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into His hands, and that He had come from God and was going to God, rose from supper and laid aside His garments, took a towel and girded Himself. After that, He poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet, and to wipe them with the towel with which He was girded. Then He came to Simon Peter. And Peter said to Him, “Lord, are You washing my feet?”

Jesus answered and said to him, “What I am doing you do not understand now, but you will know after this.”

Peter said to Him, “You shall never wash my feet!”

Jesus answered him, “If I do not wash you, you have no part with Me.” John 13:1, 3-8

You came to wash my feet
You came
For You knew
You knew we were hopeless
Without the Cross
We are always hopeless
Whenever our eyes are not set on Calvary

So You came
You came to serve me?
To serve us
As if Your presence wasn’t enough
But that’s the thing about You,
Isn’t it?

You always give more than enough
What kind of God gives His creation
His whole heart?
What kind of God invites His creation
Into the fullness of His glory?
Who else but You, Lord God?
Who else rescues His creation
To no end?
What kind of God cries for His creation?

God, in You we have more than enough
My feet?
The Holy of Holies washing my feet
This business of going low to go up
Lord, Your upside down kingdom
That relentlessly invites me in
Each day You invite every beating heart
To come and know You
To surrender yet again
You consistently desire that
We surrender our knowing to hold on
To You ALONE.
Your heart for us is that we daily
Abide in Your love.
Abide in Your trust.
Abide in Your lovingkindness.

Will I sit long enough
Long enough for Him to wash
My feet, my dirty feet
Will I give Him my feet?
Will you, dear soul?
Give Him your feet?
His pierced hands
God’s hands.
Holy Hands.
The hands that holds the whole world.

I will let go
I will let Your beautiful hands
Wash my feet.
I will bask in Your glory
I will inhale in Your Holiness and beauty
I will let You keep cleaning
The darkness of my heart

In Jesus’ name, I pray,
God, my washed feet
Will go wherever You lead
Wherever You are
These feet will stand
These feet, these hands,
And all that I am are solely Yours.
Always been Yours!
Lord, would You please take
What has always been Yours?
My heart. My mind. My soul. My life.