More Than Water

Well the bread has all been broken

And the wine has all been drunk

But I feel the lord beside me is still far from being done

Now he takes a linen towel

And he kneels into the dust

As he shows us what it means to truly love

So here I stand before the maker

Of the dirt upon my feet

Here I stand before him awestruck as he washes it from me

I won't claim to know the reason

Or the logic of my king

But I got a feeling more than skin has been washed clean

Ain't it somethin'?

God and man

When the sand beneath his knees is twice as holy as I am

Yet he washes it from me.

Am I meant to comprehend?

How the God who walks on water

Chooses now to not to stand?

But I don't think I'll ever be the man I was again

I think there's more than water on my skin

Well I watch my savior kneeling

And I watch my savior rise

And I watch my savior's gaze now turn to stare back into mine

And I tell him "lord, you'll never"

But there's something in his eyes

As if the Son of God is somehow short on time

Take the time to show me

When the cloth is wet once more

But I still don't understand what kind of love he does this for

For he's said I will deny him

And if he's sure of what's in store

Then how could I now be the one he kneels before?

Ain't it somethin'?

God and man

When the sand beneath his knees is twice as holy as I am

Yet he washes it from me.

Am I meant to comprehend?

How the God who walks on water

Chooses now to not to stand?

But I don't think I'll ever be the man I was again

I think there's more than water on my skin

Well I wish I could mistake it

But I hear his steady voice

"Sweet Judas, I am waiting"

Calls the man I've killed by choice

So i stand from where I'm sitting

But it's muffled by the noise

Of a pocket filled by 30 silver coins

Yet still I feel the table rattle

As I see my savior stand

And as I see my savior kneeling in this filthy Hebrew sand

Not a man here more unworthy

Not a man here less a man

But it's my feet which he now cradles in his hands

Stand aside

Simple love is shown again

Having came to love the world, he means to love it to the end

Well I don't have much to offer

For the knees that he now bends

But I think there's more than water on my skin