Lord Jesus had nowhere to lay His head
until they laid His body in the tomb,
but you, my friend, have given me a room,
and like the woman gave Elisha bread,
a table, stool, and candle with a bed;
like Mary Magdalene considered whom
her hands anointed with her sweet perfume,
you have received me, His disciple, led.
I thank you for the food you gave to eat,
this place to sleep, and more than room and board,
if I had asked, you would have washed my feet,
like Peter's feet were washed by Christ our Lord,
and though your seat may seem the lowest seat,
you will not lose your heavenly reward.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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