The Basin and the Towel - September 4, 2011

Words and Music by Michael Card

In an upstairs room, a parable is just about to come alive
And while they bicker about who’s best
With a painful glance, He’ll silently rise
Their Savior Servant must show them how
Through the will of the water and the tenderness of the towel

And the call is to community
The impoverished power that sets the soul free
In humility, to take the vow, that day after day
We must take up the basin and the towel

In any ordinary place, on any ordinary day
The parable can live again—when one will kneel and one will yield
Our Savior Servant must show us how
Through the will of the water and the tenderness of the towel

And the space between ourselves
Sometimes is more than the distance between the stars
By the fragile bridge of the Servant’s bow
We take up the basin and the towel