Maundy Thursday

Crucify Him! Crucify Him!

They cry

My Lord, Why did they hate you so?

They were thrilled as Pilot did his deeds

He then washed his hands

Washed away the precious blood!

Were I him, I would never have the nerve to wash it away

I would bathe in it

a substance purer than water

a cleansing fount of pure blessing

Oh God my Father

Oh Lord my God

your forgiveness tastes so bittersweet

We know not what we do

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