His Last Days
There is something about palm branches,
The halleluiahs and hoorays
That separate Palm Sunday
From the following dark days.
They came en masse to laud him
With fever running high
They turned away to save themselves
When danger edged too nigh.
Only a few would follow Him
As he walked towards his grave.
Only a few would honor Him
For coming to Earth to save.
Would you have been among the few
Who dared to call Him King?
Or among those who shouted crucify,
His unearned death to bring?
If I had lived in those days
And been blessed to see my Lord,
I pray I would have stayed with Him
And heard His final word.
“Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
By: Joyce Johnson 4/13/11
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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