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UNWORTHINESS

Who knocks?
'Tis He for whom thou hast not cared to spend
A pennyweight of love on God, thy Friend,
This day.
Come in!
If I have failed so long, 'tis surely meet
That I should kneel and wash my Saviour's feet
To-night.
Since noon,
Though journeying through the ripened harvest-lands,
I rubbed no ear of corn between my hands
For food.
This loaf,
With all that now is spread upon the board,
Together with my instant service, Lord,
Is thine.

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Convey
Thy heart to love! A furlong from thy door
Live those to whom thou should'st have run before
With bread.
Behold!
The very loaf that thou hast given to Me
I give to God, Who gives it back to thee,
In faith.
Now run,
And with the tears of those sad friends of Mine,
Mingle, if thou would'st be forgiven, thine,
At last.
But think,
Before thou runnest, why it was not meet
That thou should'st bring a bowl and wash my feet
To-night.