You know Lord
how I serve you
with emotional fervor
in the limelight.
You know how eagerly
I speak for you
at the woman's club.
Or how I effervesce
when I promote a
fellowship group.
You know my enthusiasm
at bible study or choir.
But, how would I react,
I wonder...
if you pointed to a basin of water
and asked me to wash
the calloused, old feet
of a bent and wrinkled woman
day after day
month after month.
In a room where nobody saw
and nobody knew?
bjmorden
