What a night. What a dinner.
“Wash our feet? Heaven forbid,” I said.
But when Jesus declared it a necessity,
I begged to be washed complete.
“Drink My blood. Eat My flesh.”
What means those strange, solemn words from the Master?
“Do you still sleep? Come, let us go.”
Judas Iscariot, what means this kiss?
Proceedings beyond belief:
Lying witnesses, biased judges and weak Roman ruler.
Surely, we’ll soon awaken from this hideous nightmare.
and had sat down together, Peter sat down with them.
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