All my life I have counseled others to
Give Love, Give Love, Give Love!
I had no idea what I was talking about.
But then You came and washed my feet
and in that simple act cleansed my soul.
All my life I have been looking for You
in words, in buildings, in others.
You found me long before I was born.
You were there in the choir loft that day
when I fell at Your bloodied feet.
All my life I thought I was awake.
I wasn’t even alive until I died in You.
You told me if I wanted to be like You
I must do what You have done for me.
Now I wash feet as Your Love acts
in me and through me
until there is no longer a ‘me’.