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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required John 13 (Part 2) And now the hour was well advanced for Him to take His leave. He'd go the way His Father said and leave them all to grieve. He'd eat the bread His Father gave (the work that He should do). He'd give His life for all the world; His Father gave it, too. But that the scripture be fulfilled, He should not eat alone. One should eat His bread with Him, and that one of His own. The scripture said that it should be whose heel was lifted up – the one who should deliver Him, and that way share His cup. With trespass now forgiven him, they two could share His bread – the devil wouldn't call the shots, but Jesus would instead. It troubled Him to think of it (the woe not His alone); the one He saved would rue his life, his flesh and, too, his bone. The servant's not the greater nor is he that one does send, but the greater is received by who receives him in the end. He told them one should give Him up, and that one of the twelve. Although each asked if it was he, no further did they delve – except for Simon Peter. Simon beckoned to his son to ask of Jesus secretly which one should be the one. And after he had asked Him, the Lord said here's the sign: the one who gets this sop when I have dipped it in the wine. And after He had dipped it, He gave it to the one who just then asked the question – He gave to Simon's son. Flesh and Blood were given, and the last became the first: an end would come to hunger, an end would come to thirst. Note: The poem "John 13" is published here on PoetrySoup in three parts to avoid a negative character count on the "Add New Poem" draft page. I divided the poem rather than try to publish it from the draft page with a negative character count. Gary
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