Palm Sunday

 Holy Week starts in the simplest of ways

Jesus tells his disciples to do as he says.

He tells them the place, the animals to find;

The ass and the colt with prophecy allign.

He gives them the words, tells how to respond;

Their robes make the saddle for Christ to sit upon.

Triumphantly led into Jerusalem calm,

Clothing covers the ground as well as leaves of palm.

This is His moment, amidst a large gathering;

It's a welcoming path, fitting for the great King.

"Hosanna" they shout "to rescue, to save"

Amidst flowing arms with palm fronds that wave.

"Blessed is he in the name of the Lord";

All is completed as proclaimed in God's word.

Hosanna in the highest, most glorious, above

A perfect Savior preparing to offer His love.

And when he is come, the great question is raised

"Who is this?" But the multitude answers unphased

"This is our Jesus of Nazareth of Galilee;

A prophet they said who all have come to see."

But the greater question remains for each who will  seek.

As we pause on Palm Sunday, to start Holy Week.

It's not so important who Jesus was to that crowd

But who He is to you and me and how it changes us now