A Poem a Sunday

Palm/Passion Sunday

Year A – April 9, 2017

Matthew 21:1-11 - NRSV

Jesus’ Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem

21 When they had come near Jerusalem and had reached Bethphage, at the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, 2 saying to them, “Go into the village ahead of you, and immediately you will find a donkey tied, and a colt with her; untie them and bring them to me. 3 If anyone says anything to you, just say this, ‘The Lord needs them.’ And he will send them immediately.[a]” 4 This took place to fulfill what had been spoken through the prophet, saying,

5 “Tell the daughter of Zion,
Look, your king is coming to you,
    humble, and mounted on a donkey,
        and on a colt, the foal of a donkey.”

6 The disciples went and did as Jesus had directed them; 7 they brought the donkey and the colt, and put their cloaks on them, and he sat on them. 8 A very large crowd[b] spread their cloaks on the road, and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. 9 The crowds that went ahead of him and that followed were shouting,

“Hosanna to the Son of David!
    Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!
Hosanna in the highest heaven!”

10 When he entered Jerusalem, the whole city was in turmoil, asking, “Who is this?” 11 The crowds were saying, “This is the prophet Jesus from Nazareth in Galilee.”

Footnotes:

1. Matthew 21:3 Or ‘The Lord needs them and will send them back immediately.’
2. Matthew 21:8 Or Most of the crowd

A Poem a Sunday

Palm/Passion Sunday

Year A – April 9, 2017

Parade

Look at King Jesus.

Isn’t he handsome?

He came to save us.

He is the ransom.

Shout loud ‘Hosannas!’

Lay down your clothes.

He is the new king

for the least of those

who live life in moments

never knowing what’s next,

wandering and hungry

never getting any rest.

So only on a donkey,

not a white horse,

he rides into Jerusalem

and has set a course

onto Hill Calvary,

Golgotha’s head,

Jerusalem’s garbage dump

for rebel’s who are dead.

Not a king of power

but ruling in justice

in his final hour

giving, full of trust.

This parade for you

is not a masquerade,

but God on full view,

loving, unafraid.

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