Our feet are washed,
and our souls have been nourished at your festival table, O God.
Yet, at the end of our journey to Jerusalem,
we encounter a fearful sight.
He who senses the merest touch of his robe
is seized by strong hands.
The One who stands before the high priest and Pilate,
is He before whom quake the powers of heaven.
He who is King of the angels
is arrayed in a crown of thorns.
The Great Physician
who healed the lame, the blind, and the leper
is tortured.
To the cruelty of the cross is sentenced
the most merciful One.
He who frees us from fear of death
lies alone in the tomb.
God, help us to approach this terrible and wonderful mystery
with a true heart full of faith,
and our bodies washed with pure water,
knowing that He who promised us is faithful
now and forever.
Adapted from the Orthodox Holy Friday vespers liturgy
by Deacon Sue Mosher