Daughter, Do You Love Me?

I climb to hilltop, searching height
from East there comes a brilliant light
from light I hear a voice so sweet
say "Climb down, child, and wash your feet."

I climb back down from where I'd seen
that brilliant light as if by dream
I wash my feet then think to sleep
again sweet voice says "Wash your feet."

I start to question, but do not
I slip from bed to water, hot
I suds, I scrub, know feet are clean
back to my bed, perchance to dream.

In dream I climb to hilltop height
from East I see Golgotha's light
from light I watch my Savior die
for love of sinners, give His life ...

"My Daughter, do you love Me true?"
Yes truly, Lord, You know I do.
"How much do you love Me, Eve?
Enough to let ME wash your feet?"

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There is no pride in Jesus' love for us. There can be no pride in our love for Him.
Savior, teach us.