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[lilacday]

Lord, in your love you wash our feet
soiled as we tramp lifes well worn street
As from the clamour we retreat
concious of failure and defeat

wash from our feet the dirt of sin
scars from the past which lurk within
humbly we heed your discipline
faced with temptation, help us win

Wash from our feet the dust of care
all lifes demands, its wear and tear
burdens and tasks too great to bear
soaked in your love, we leave them there

wash from our feet the dread of pain
caused by disease or mental strain
and when it strikes not once but again
grant in our hearts your peace to reign

washed by your hands our feet restored
wholeness and balance now assured
may they be used to serve you Lord
your satisfactin our reward

washed by those hands soon clasped in prayer
then nailed to wood in quiet despair
spread wide in death your grace declare
Amazing love beyond compare