With a towel and bowl
With a heart that is humble
I will do my Master’s will
As I let my own will crumble
For if I claim to follow Christ
His love demands a sacrifice
To embrace the servant’s role
With a towel and a bowl

I am called to be a servant
To display the Father’s grace
I am called to show the love
Once shown to me
And not to stand in judgment
But give myself away
If I want to be like Jesus
Then I must start upon my knees

With a towel and bowl
With a heart that is humble
I will do my Master’s will
As I let my own will crumble
For if I claim to follow Christ
His love demands a sacrifice
To embrace the servant’s role
With a towel and a bowl

If His hands could offer mercy
There upon a rugged cross
Then my hands must reach in love
To meet your need
To serve as His disciple
Regardless of the cost
If I want to be like Jesus
I must start here my knees

With a towel and bowl
With a heart that is humble
I will do my Master’s will
As I let my own will crumble
For if I claim to follow Christ
His love demands a sacrifice
To embrace the servant’s role
With a towel and a bowl