Bread and Basin, Towel and Table ever for His followers entwined; Water poured on feet, and blood on wood, speak silently this single truth- Hold in my healing heart the frightened feet, the hungering hopes of those who sup with me. I'll kneel in speechless wonder before my pilgrim other: I'll sit and wipe the tears with a towel of listening, before we merrily break out of isolation. Bread and Basin, Cloth and Cup will be our Eucharist.
Bread & Basin
