These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Maundy Thursday

He served His loved ones with His All,
He washed their feet and served the meal.
He died to save, obeyed the call.
He was the only hope, so real.

'Twould be some days before the new
would change the world and save the Day,
but now He served these ones He knew
with physical strength, and the words He'd say.

The path to honor shows its best
through gentle hands, and a loving heart.
Humility will know it's blest
when peace extends, and others start.

On Maundy Thursday at the meal
this Jesus took the bread and wine.
"The broken bread, my body heals,
and poured out blood to make you fine."

"You must not bite my arm to eat
my flesh as now I true demand.
You must not make my finger bleed
to drink my blood by Father's Plan."

"To eat my flesh, and drink my blood
is vivid language for One Truth.
Consume the Truth I AM, that's good.
Receive me with your core as youth."

"'Except you come as children small,
you cannot enter my Kingdom's rest.'
'But he, who on my name doth call
will sav-ed be, and truly blest.'"

"I'll die, tomorrow, then I'll rise.
The third day's dawn is when you'll see
your savior's new with Him the prize,
and one day you will be with me."

The men with Him were broken, sad.
This could not possibly be true.
Emotions swirled in feelings, bad,
unable to yet think it through.

He spoke of one, who would betray.
He told another, "You'll deny."
They wondered who, until He'd say
which chosen man, so very nigh.

This flustered flock of frozen men
were not more saintly than we are.
He called them to Himself with sin.
He'd save them to His Perfect Bar.

"The ones my Father gives to me
are always saved, transformed, and blest.
The one, who comes will always be
received by One, who passed their test."

by Jay O’Toole
on April 14th, 2022