You know Lord how I serve You,
with great emotional fervor,
in the limelight.

You know how eagerly I speak for You,
at a women’s club.

You know how I effervesce when I promote
a fellowship group.

You know my genuine enthusiasm
at a Bible study.

But how would I react, I wonder,
if You pointed to a basin of water,
and asked me to wash the calloused feet
of a bent and wrinkled old woman,
day after day,
month after month,
in a room where nobody saw,
and nobody knew?