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I Am

I knelt and washed His precious feet
And dried them with my hair
I walked with Him from Bethany
His last supper to prepare.
I head the clink of silver
As it tell in Judas' hand.
I pittance of thirty pieces
To betray the son of Man.
I prayed with Him in Gethsemane
The others were fast asleep,

All except Simon Peter
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