The Servant Poem by Bruce Johnson

He was in very nature God,
arrayed with awesome majesty and glory.
Heav'n rendered him unending laud;
the seraphs cried out 'Holy! Holy! Holy! '
Yet he laid aside his royal robes;
the rightful heir would not cling to his splendor;
The King of angels left his throne;
the Holy One became 'the friend of sinners'.

'Twas for your sake, O rebel race,
that living God was made like us—a mortal man;
The Master took the servant's place,
so willingly fulfilling Love's great command.
He donned the garments of a slave
and stooped into the dust, that he might wash our feet.
His Father's will the Son obeyed to death itself,
and shameful death upon a tree.

Clothe us with your humility
Lord, fill us with the love of Christ for others!
And serving not ourselves, may we
lay down our lives for sisters and for brothers
Please free our hearts from hate and fighting—
in our Savior, Holy Father, make us one;
That in the dark your children might shine forth your light,
till all see what your grace has done.