A New Song
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“O Lord, if I have found favor in your sight, do not pass by your servant. Let a little water be brought, and wash your feet, and rest yourselves…
Genesis 18:3-5
Now before the Feast of the Passover, when Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart out of this world to the Father, having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. During supper, when the devil had already put it into the heart of Judas Iscariot, Simon’s son, to betray him, Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going back to God, rose from supper. He laid aside his outer garments, and taking a towel, tied it around his waist. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel that was wrapped around him. He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, do you wash my feet?” Jesus answered him, “What I am doing you do not understand now, but afterward you will understand.” Peter said to him, “You shall never wash my feet.” Jesus answered him, “If I do not wash you, you have no share with me.” Simon Peter said to him, “Lord, not my feet only but also my hands and my head!” Jesus said to him, “The one who has bathed does not need to wash, except for his feet, but is completely clean. And you are clean, but not every one of you.” For he knew who was to betray him; that was why he said, “Not all of you are clean.”
When he had washed their feet and put on his outer garments and resumed his place, he said to them, “Do you understand what I have done to you? You call me Teacher and Lord, and you are right, for so I am. If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet.
John 13.1-14
And now why do you wait? Rise and be baptized and wash away your sins, calling on his name.’
Acts 22:16
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Comes Off
Regret from every wrong step I have taken
Shame from every time I kicked a man when he was down
Mud from every wrong road walked down lost and in the rain
And blood from being too numb to feel pain
It all comes off, in the water
It all comes off, in Your hands
You take the loss from all my battles
Every scar and callous
It all comes off
The glitter from times I took the credit
The guilt from all the times I let someone else take the blame
And blisters from the circles run pretending I was having fun
Hiding from the reason You were calling out my name
It all comes off, in the water
It all comes off, in Your hands
You take the loss from all my battles
Every scar and callous
It all comes off
And I don’t want to let You wash these filthy feet
The roads I’ve run have soaked in more than just skin deep
Back hard on my heels as you are reaching for my toes
Never felt a love like that
Poured out like water in a bowl
It all comes off, in the water
It all comes off, in Your hands
You take the loss from all my battles
Every scar and callous
They all come off