Washing of the Water Lyrics

Come Peter it's your turn

There remains much to learn

Lord will you wash my feet?

Would I make you to be unclean?

What I do now you do not see

But soon your eyes will believe

You will never be my slave

To be marked with this disgrace

Peter hard as the mountain strong as the stone

Quick as the waters fearless as Rome

Listen to these words and wait to speak

If I don't wash you you have no part of me

Then not just my feet but also my hands

Let the water flow on me like the desert sands

Wash my head—clean my neck my nose

Whole as the morning pure as the snow

If I wash your feet your whole body is clean

But not all of you have been washed by me

Can you see in the basin and the towel

Why the lord wears a rag and the servant a crown?

It is wrong

That the king should bow

If you are the teacher

What do you teach now?

Teacher what should we see

The great are small

And the small have been redeemed

A servant of men

A slave of God

Now we are clean

Now we are found