At Dinner


                        She washed the Master's feet
                        With her own tears
                        And dried them with her hair.
                        She kissed his feet,
                        Anointed them with oil.
                        He told her, "Your faith has saved you,
                        Go in peace."
                        Just as this sinner washed his feet
                        He washed the feet of sinners.
                        As above, so below.
                        We are to do this for each other
                        Not to know the other's sins
                        But that the Master died for all.
                        She who could not look upon his face
                        Stayed at his feet.
                        By anointing him
                        She was herself anointed
                        As the water and the precious oil
                        Fell upon her head
                        Bowing low before him.

To You Alone

                                                                To You Alone


                Who are they?
                Those whose faith is known
                To you alone?
                When we pray
                We intercede for everyone
                We recognize as one
                Within the church today
                And for those whose faith is known
                To You alone.
                Are they strangers in a strange land
                Keeping faith under the hand
                Of a godless police state
                Who would have them erased
                For speaking outwardly of their devotion?
                Or is there some other notion
                Of where these sheep are placed?
                I propose
                All believers' faith is known
                To You alone.