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