I wash feet

That’s what I do

I’m just a servant

Who follows You

 

You came to serve

You stooped right down

Ministry on the knees

Started from the ground

 

You dared to touch

Our filthiest parts

Not just feet

But diseased hearts

 

So as I touch

Their festering sores

May they be healed

Their lives restored

 

And as I wash

I pray they’d see

The One who is clothed

In frail humanity

 

Who suffered death

Even on a cross

Who gave it all

To save the lost

 

God be pleased

With what You see

I seek not recognition

But anonymity

 

I wash feet

In all I do

May You become famous

As I follow You