Palm Sunday 2013

 

Children scurried down the aisles

Of churches this morning

Waving green palm fronds in the air

In memory of 

Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem. 
On that day so long ago

The crowd spread their cloaks and palm leaves

Before his donkey's feet.

 People exulted.

Hosannas filled the air.

Soon the Romans would be gone,

They believed.

Jerusalem would be theirs alone.

But the cries of joy faded

In the wake of the High Priest's perfidy.

In one week, 
Christ would 

Be arrested,

Condemned

And

Crucified.

His body placed in a tomb.

Did Jesus know what was to come

As he rode into Jerusalem?

I think he did.

And still he came to Jerusalem

For us.

Palm Sunday 2012

In Christian churches today,

Children carried palm fronds down the aisles

In memory of Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem. 
On that day so long ago

The crowd spread their cloaks and palm leaves

Before his donkey's feet.

Hosannas filled the air.

In one week, 
Christ would 

Be arrested,

Condemned

And

Crucified.

His body placed in a tomb

And

Resurrected.

Did Jesus know what was to come

As he rode into Jerusalem?

I think he did.

And still he came to Jerusalem.

Palm Sunday

Christ rode into Jerusalem
On the back of a donkey.
Before him the crowd put clothes
And palm fronds on the ground
For his donkey to walk on.
They greeted him with "Hosanna."
They welcomed him as a king.
One week later when Pilate asked,
They said "Crucify."
Are we like those fickle crowds?
When we first encounter Jesus,
We are overcome with joy.
As his yoke settles on our shoulders,
We wish him gone.
We must remember Peter who denied him,
Was greeted with open arms.
Jesus waits,
No matter what our transgressions,
With open arms for our return.
We are his forever.

Photo by alibree