Only a few days left to live in this painful world,

How would he spend his hours? What truths would he unfurl?

Those whom he held dear were with him in these days,

He held them near and dear in all of his ways.

A basin he did have, he knelt down on the floor.

Water sloshed inside, as he began to pour.

On dusty, dirty feet the cool water refreshing,

And water did its work, the service of his cleansing.

He pulled out his towel, and cleansed feet did it serve.

He rubbed and dried the feet of those that don’t deserve.

A cleansing of all shame, a cleansing of all blame,

And now they do the same, serving in his name.