Thursday, April 5, 2012


Palms waving, people waiting,
Gathered in the street,
Straining for a better look
At the Messiah they would meet.

Palms swaying, people saying
Hosanna! to the King;
His humble entry into town
Inspires the crowd to sing.


Palms laid bare, full of care,
Hammered to the cross;
Sweaty, bloody, lifted up --
His followers at a loss.

Palms unlike the leafy fronds
That lined the path He'd taken;
Palms of labor, palms of love --
Crushed, but not forsaken.


O, people, keep on offering
The palms of pageantry,
For they usher in the Son of God
Whose palms have set men free.

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