Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday, start of Holy Week
is coming and Jesus will speak
to all of His palm waving friends.
The crowds are there in droves to see
this loved Rabbi from Gallilee,
aware not how the story ends.

We're told in Mark, Matthew, Luke, John
of the excitement going on.
Their Messianic King has come.
They throw their garments at his feet
so eager they, their King to meet.
But He is not beloved by some.

He knows the fate awaiting there,
an ending he will not yet share.
Triumphant shouts and welcomes ring.
He still has words they need to hear;
He speaks and all the thousands cheer.
He does not tell the dreadful thing

Awaiting Him at Calvary;
the Cross and punishment to be.
Only a few will follow there.
They only have a few short days
in which to listen, sing his praise;
before His burden He must bear.

On Good Friday the world will dim
and bitter tears will fall for Him.
They'll follow Him to His cold grave.
On the third day, stone will be rolled.
They'll recall then what they were told,
He had to die their souls to save.

But first must come the Holy Week,
and dread betrayal of the meek
and saintly man who loves them so.
He'll walk the path this Holy Week
with all the torture it will wreak
to fate that only He can know.

The cheering voices will be still
as He bows to His Father's will.


By: Joyce 3/30/04