Am I He..... Poem by Esther McCallister

Judas in my heart doth beat
Every thought and every deed deceit
Might God himself the very Christ wash my feet
Still It is in HIM that I must have a seat
Of old for this purpose was I ordained.
A vessel shapened out of Clay
A vessel fitted for destruction sure.
Or a vessel neath His table stayed
Whatever this my lot, he from his own Right hand hath surely wrought.
A coward worse than Pilot never thought.
He no worse can't be nought,
A murmuring Jew, A Leper and a Harlot through and through
Christ The Righteous Judge of this man's most horrid case.
He has Chosen mean men by His Righteous Will not few.
And In and of Himself has settled HIS estate.