Turning toward Jerusalem
going with Jesus, the Christ
with his disciples
on the way
to David’s holy city
On the road covered with palms
going to the upper room
the garden too, Gethsemane
where Jesus prayed
In the city, the temple
calling out the leaders
the money changers to task
overturning their tables, cast out
There when he was betrayed
when their belief shook
when they doubted
they denied, afraid
when they ran away
Watching, in our fear,
the false trial, the mob, shouting
lies before the Sanhedrin
his lashes at the hands of the Romans
His sentence, death
the shame, the gauntlet
wearing the crown, thorns
going to the skull
nailed to the cross
When he died, Friday
crying out to God
darkness, the temple
the curtain torn to the ground
The cross, the grave,
the darkness of the cave, the tomb
Glorious Easter, alive!
the whole world set to right
edited January 27, 2012
March 4, 2010
Season of Lent
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Friday, January 27, 2012
In this Season of Lent – v2
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