To Be a Busboy at The Last Supper

To be a busboy at the last supper

To prepare the table with His cover

Forks and spoons that would only be used

For this occasion, I shall rub and clean them

Plates with the The Kingdom

Peering and listening in, He knew I would

The secrets and mysteries He told

I was as Mary, and pondered upon them all

The giving of the bread and wine

Oh, what a glory divine

The stories I could tell

Waiting for The Messiah to ring the bell

He’s finished,

How unworthy am I to collect the dish

To gather up the crumbs He missed

So that nothing is lost

For The lamb paid the cost

I shall take the left over bread

This is for my stead

And the cup of blessing

It was meant for me, for He knew I would be

Without the gates, a poor servant

Yes, that’s me!

Unworthy in all my ways

But the king made sure to leave me pay

I shall gather up all things

I shall treasure them in my heart

For the good master is soon to depart

Oh, to be a busboy at the last supper

Even-a server