Long Day, Dusty Road, Heavy Load
It’s been a long day
tired feet
have walked
dusty streets.
I remember
another time
a different pair of feet
dusty from the road
In an upper room
Their master and friend
Our Saviour
Became servant of all
and washed those dusty feet
The friends he met
That night
To wash their feet
The One enthroned in majesty
Walked those streets
Lived, loved, laughed and cried
Until fear and pride
Flung Him wide
on Calvary’s tree
The grave could not hold Him
Rising gloriously from the grave
His people to save
