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As He prepared the Apostles,

To the covenant of the new Easter,

With love, He tried to fill their hearts,

With fire so bright and blissful.

And knowing that the time has come,

Last moment that's deciding,

And that the light of sun's gone down,

A coming of an hour terrible.

Rose from the supper and took of

The clothes he was in,

And then picked up a towel clean,

And sink with water filled.

And He began to wash their feet,

Of disciples beloved,

And wiping of with towel, saw them sit,

With eyes of so much yearning.

Comes up to Simon Peter as He says,

“Give me your feet, my brother?”

Apostle, hesitating, sways:

“Lord, you do not wash them, rather.

As all the hosts, they have the slaves,

To wash the feet of strangers,

We must respect you, so it says,

And wash the dust remaining.”

“This, what I am doing now,

Will be revealed as time passes by,

If I won’t wash your feet by now,

You will not be a friend of mine.

Neither a part to share with me,

That for my children I prepare.

And here is covenant I give,

Accept it free with greatest care.”

And Peter then exclaimed to Him:

„Not only feet, my Lord,

My hands and head can be washed too,

If only you so want.“

„To those who washed only feet left

To wash and then he is all clean.

And you are pure, oh, friends of mine,

Still one of you remains unclean within.“

Since you believe that here I am,

A teacher and the Lord,

Then to each other do it then,

What you have seen and learned.“

By hearing His disciples talk,

Of who has more in acting,

Of who belongs to greater flock,

And thus, should be respected,

The Christ has told, hearing them talk:

„The Kings, – they have the world encircled,

And those who got under this flock,

Are proud to wear the purple.“

Our Benefactor! – people say,

As filled with much delight.

An opposite among you may

Just dwell and live its side.

And one who wants the greatest be,

Just work as less the greatest.

And to serve everyone, – be free,

A chief of all the eldest.

It's common to believe for men,

That one who's put above,

And lesser, what can be said then,

One serving less somehow.

And here I stand among you now,

As one who came to serve,

From God into this world with love,

I speak for you to learn.

Commandment, here I give to you,

Yes, you do love each other,

And they will recognize you too,

As you're in Christ, my brothers.

A foundation of faith it is,

It's where the laws should stand upon,

A cornerstone is what I am —

You’re like backwaters to hold on.

And here my love, I give to you,

Inheritance for you it may,

It leads me towards blood and through,

There's no other solution or a way.

And towards death, Golgotha for you all,

And those who come in future days,

My love will die when hour takes its toll,

And will arise on the third day.

I am a Lamb of God for men,

The one that will be slain as time will come,

From power of the evil, judges so unfair,

From those who slyly slander everyone.

All what I do, I do for you,

A covenant, it must be kept in care,

So not in vain, I test you through,

When a death hour will be there.“

By then, the Judas walked at night,

With crowd to Christ in joyous waving,

Executioners by his side,

He kissed the Lord, betraying.

The devil finished with his trap,

Made out of evil hearts,

And in his judgment like satrap,

He fell through his own thoughts,

It is a trap one he will fall into, he made,

Disastrous times he carved,

He walked all time towards his fate,

Golgotha he prepared.