Love's Week

Loving me beyond words Even to the fall you rode On a donkey never sold Each step towards misery A king’s entry with branches We played our part with dances Partake in the feast soonest With the 12 we’ll feast Blessings from the top to the least Wash not my feet, not mine Speak not always this much All a part of me must do such Bathe me with your love then If you may, wash me whole Mankind, be kind and serve the soul Feed on me I give you Fruit of the vine Take all that is mine Despise me not whilst I love thee A friend lost for thirty Kisses also come from friends unworthy Upon bended knees cast your cares Together we should fight hardship But a cock reveals a true friendship Whips, scorns and thorns revealed true love Spits, insults and pains bagged your troubles Calvary here I come in struggles On this wood we won all All for love, Taken from above Roses are red Violets are blue It is finished, I love you