Did we, in our all too eager Sunday celebration
Heralding a king we thought had come to fight
Against the weight of cruel Rome’s oppression
Miss the real wrongs his coming would set right?
And did we miss the joyful cries of all those silent stones
And did we miss the joyful cries of all those silent stones
In our blind reception of that presumed warrior king?
Did all our bellowing about Davidic thrones
Drown out the trees’ applause, the song the hills would sing?
And while serene unbroken colts stood sentry
And while serene unbroken colts stood sentry
And rocks stood at the ready, filled with jubilation
Did we miss the real triumph of his entry:
A coming of Shalom to heal his suffering creation?
It wouldn’t be the first, or only time we missed it,
It wouldn’t be the first, or only time we missed it,
The healing of a cross, in our yearning for a sword,
Shouting loud Hosannas though we never could have guessed it
How truly blessed is the One who comes in the Name of the
Lord!
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