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Palm Sunday (1)
Prayer
Gentle Words In A Raging Storm
Prayers for all occasions
Down from the Mount of Olives you come, O Lord,
riding on a burro.
The path is steep and narrow
but still you come,
knowing that the same people who shout, "Hosanna!"
will one day demand, "Crucify Him!"
Still you come.
Your accusers lurk in the shadows of that great walled
city and yet you ride down main street.
Is there no sacrifice too great for your love,
no fear too crippling?
You sit like a general upon your humble steed,
but where is your army?
Like a king, you ride before the cheering crowd.
riding on a burro.
The path is steep and narrow
but still you come,
knowing that the same people who shout, "Hosanna!"
will one day demand, "Crucify Him!"
Still you come.
Your accusers lurk in the shadows of that great walled
city and yet you ride down main street.
Is there no sacrifice too great for your love,
no fear too crippling?
You sit like a general upon your humble steed,
but where is your army?
Like a king, you ride before the cheering crowd.
