His Feet Washed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Christ knelt down, a servant to them all washing the feet of the twelve all of them, knowing what he ...
Christ knelt down, a servant to them all washing the feet of the twelve all of them, knowing what he ...
Even as they knew, they each knew what was to come, what had already been set into motion the betrayal ...
The blood, the wine, the body, the bread the loaf, the cup offered for him If for him, for all, ...
His blood, his body offered to him a seat at the table an offering of his life drinking from the ...
Wherever we are, around the globe in plenty, in famine, in war, in strife, in fall's bounty, in peace we ...
share a loaf of bread broken for you and for me his the sacrifice September 8, 2008 Acts 2:42-47 and ...
break a loaf of bread cup of wine with you and me perfect sacrifice September 8, 2008 Acts 2:42-47 and ...
On the altar of His table as the pastor held up His cup Two halves of the broken loaf the ...
He brought tears to my eyes, so quickly this time, because he paused caught me with the pacing, the cadence ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself -- At first -- a scant nutrition -- An insufficient Loaf -- But ...
A Saucer holds a Cup In sordid human Life But in a Squirrel's estimate A Saucer hold a Loaf. A ...
God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- But just a Crumb -- to Me -- I dare not eat ...
A Book of verses underneath the bough, Provided that the verses do not scan, A loaf of bread, a jug ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is ...
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