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.