the sweet smoke encircling
us
filling our lungs;
the palms of that Sunday
becoming ash, dust.
how quickly they burn
the palms of Palm Sunday;
how quickly they turn to
ashes
right before our eyes.
just like the mob of Palm
Sunday
singing, shouting,
“Hosanna”;
how quickly they turned
and shouted, “Crucify Him!”
on the morning of that
Good Friday.
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edited March 5, 2015
how quickly they burn – 2 – v2
February 17,
2015
how quickly
they burn - 2
Isaiah 58:5-10
Burning of the
Palm service
by Pastor Ruth
Foss
sermon blog
meditation
blog
“God’s
Whisper” blog
Stetson
Memorial United Methodist Church
February 17,
2015
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