(2) The Last Days - The Last Supper

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    (2) The Last Days - The Last Supper

     I sit here surrounded by twelve great men
    Not just my disciples, they are my friends
    But one will betray me, he'd rather have gold
    One will deny me, he won't want the truth told
    Wealth doesn't matter, nor does pride
    What really matters is what's inside
    I know what they will do to me yet I will show humility
    I'll get down on my knees and wash their feet
    To show them what they mean to me
    I pray that this will all go fast
    So I can see my Father at last
    I know I will soon be crucified
    Hung on a cross, left to die
    But I sit here surrounded by twelve great men
    Not just my disciples, they are my friends

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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