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Servant of All
I saw my Master serving
And I felt quite undeserving
Because I want to rule
Instead of play the fool
I grasp the tarnished crown.
For he took the water fine
And changed it into wine
Gave for all to share
To express his heartfelt care
Rejoicing in their pleasure.
While offering his words so wise
He touched the blind man’s eyes
Disturbing his time and space
To commune with the human race
I blare my horn in traffic.
When arrested in the garden green
At the mercy of the mob obscene
He healed the ear of his accuser
Wounded by a nearby abuser
As I wipe the blood from my sword.
Hanging, bleeding, black and blue
Father, forgive them for what they do
Weary and worn in his demise
He welcomed a thief to Paradise
While I abhor inconvenience.
For I wait at the table demanding to be served
Impatient as always, often unnerved
While he kneels down to wash my feet
I am embarrassed, seeking a hasty retreat
He smiles and continues his labor.
I am not a worthy soul
Less than half of what is whole
But if I can slow down from moving faster
I can become the servant worthy to be master.
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