From the palms, joy,
triumphantly entering His
city;
the crowds shouting hosanna
welcoming the King.
But the joy did not last
those in authority
threatened,
Power unwilling to yield
the dove, the lamb, a
sacrifice.
The beauty of the Last Supper
a new Covenant revealed;
The treachery of the
betrayer
their cries in the garden.
Before his capture and false
trial
brought before the Governor;
The seat of foreign power
sent to the cross to die.
An offering for our sin
Yet as at the beginning;
Joy filled the morning
His resurrection on Easter.
Death, sin, no more in
control
love triumphing, God’s plan
fulfilled;
Giving us hope for the
morning
when our work here is
through.
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edited July 15, 2015
His Final Week – v3
(editing original)
Edited January 16, 2014
His Final Week – v2
March 24, 2010
His Final Week
Season of Lent
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