As he gathered at his table
those who longed to know the way,
Christ proclaimed a holy mystery;
still his words call us today.
As he took the towel and basin,
not as master, but as friend,
Christ portrayed the way of service;
still in serving we must bend.
As he blessed the bread and broke it,
human need to satisfy,
Christ made even traitors welcome;
still we question "Is it I?"
As he took the cup and shared it,
telling of the Father's care,
Christ poured out himself in promise;
still that covenant we must share.
As they sang a hymn together,
praising Israel's saving King,
hearts and voices made one music;
still delivering love we sing.
As he went into the garden
praying, "Father, use your Son,"
Christ alone could know its meaning;
still we pray, "God's will be done."
Though this feast be one of symbols,
what we celebrate is real;
still Christ welcomes to his table;
still Christ serves us at his meal.