Children scurry down the aisles
Of churches small and large
Waving green palm fronds in the air
In memory of
Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem
On what we now call Palm Sunday.
On that day so long ago
On what we now call Palm Sunday.
On that day so long ago
The crowd spread cloaks and palm leaves
Before Jesus' donkey's feet.
People exulted.
Hosannas filled the air.
Soon the Romans would be gone,
They believed.
Jerusalem would be theirs alone.
But Jesus had warned them
That was not his message.
He came to usher in God's kingdom
Not to fight the Romans.
But Jesus had warned them
That was not his message.
He came to usher in God's kingdom
Not to fight the Romans.
As the days passed,
The cries of joy faded,
Turned to shouts of anger
The cries of joy faded,
Turned to shouts of anger
By the High Priest's perfidy.
Christ was
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 God.
For us.
For us.
