Supper being ended

In the quiet place
at close of day
He washes the feet of my mind from the dust of its fret.

His infinite eyes
see the staining wounds of the road, his hands
bring smarting
and cleansing
and balm.

The grace of His health
restores my soul
her place in the circling stars of perpetual praise.

Then, taking again the seam-less robe, the Alpha-Omega,
Master and Lord,
we talk together
friend with friend.

Joan A Bidwell

This simple poem recalls the night when our Lord washed His disciples’ feet. He stressed to them that those who had been bathed that morning (washed all over) only needed to have their feet washed at the end of the day.

The ‘bathing’ signifies new birth, being born again. That only happens once, when our sins were washed away by the blood of Jesus Christ.

What believers need on a daily basis is to have the soiling of daily sin removed to make us feel clean before God. So, when the believer reads his Bible and spends time with the Lord, He washes our feet from the sin and dirt of daily living in a a fallen world.