Sowing Humility

With towel You stoop to wash our feet
Before You feed us with Yourself;
Humility in You we meet
As you away wash our sin’s filth.

And then you feed us what we know
Is Blood and Body, makes us new;
In us humility you sow
The color of Your Mother’s blue.

Although we know she is not here,
Yet her humility we see:
In Body, Blood Your bring her near
So we like her can also be.

When we go forth to sing a psalm,
Your new seed in us has been sown–
Will grow and uproot weeds of wrong
As You through us make Yourself known.