Thursday, March 24, 2016
Poem: “Maundy Thursday” By Alice Kennelly Roberts
The last meal which He ate with them,
The night before He died,
Was one which they would oft recall
When He was crucified.
He talked with them and washed their feet;
He gave them bread and wine,
That in remembrance they might do
The act which was divine.
“No servant greater than his Lord,”
“No love so great as this” –
The words of life preceding death
Betrayed by friendship’s kiss.
So silver from Iscariot’s hand
Has tinkled down the years;
Man’s greed has hanged his guilty self
And drowned his deeds in tears.