Listen on, listen in Have you seen my Master? You ask is He like those I’ve met Or kings with slaves in number They cheat their way to glory’s seat Lay burdens on mens’ shoulders Their fingers soft their knees too weak Unmet by work or prayers Served the man who served Him death Washed the filth from his feet washed the dirt from him Betrayed for a pocket silver-laced By a heart that didn’t understand My Master is a humble man When He knew His hour had come He kept His cup tight in hand How great it’d be to see Him old Still how much better the way He chose He chose Served the man who served Him death Washed the filth from his feet washed the dirt from him Betrayed for a pocket silver-laced By a heart that didn’t understand Then to hang on a hill He died With the company of thieves on His left and on His right Said one man ‘Remember me if You can’ And He gave it all to him Even when no one saw He loved us to the end Even when everyone ran off He loved us to the end Even when we have to stare through the holes In his hands He loved us to the end
“He Loved Us To The End” by Poor Bishop Hooper
Entrusted to the Dirt 