Why do you ask when you know
I am your servant?
Allow me, I beg you, to wash your feet.

Why do you wait so patiently?
I owe you more than this.
Allow me, I beseech you, to make your meal.

Why do you speak to me
when your words are such treasure?
Allow me, please, to pour your wine.

We have spoken of worthiness
and I have revealed the truth –
I am less than that.

We have spoken of truth
and I have confided my fear –
there is no God.

We have discussed love
and I have prayed
for you and yours.

Why do you ask me when you know
my words are yours to keep.
Allow me, I beg you, to wash your feet.