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5d
If I held the knowledge
Of the day I would die—
My last hours on this earth,
What would I do?
I thought of all the ways
I would satisfy my flesh—
But the one man who knew
The time of His death,
Decided to wash feet
And bow His face to the dirt,
Glorifying His Father in
His final time of suffering.
Written by
Sia Harms
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