Christian Poems
He Washed My Feet
He washed my feet and I denied Him
Cowered while they flogged and “tried” Him
My brashness with the cock’s crow banished
My guilt remains, my hope has vanished
Where, O Grave, Is Your Victory?
Snide grave lay smugly satisfied
His belly filled with choicest fare
Two thieves for starters (nothing new)
The main course: God’s own Son and heir