by Skylar Hamilton Burris
“Hosanna!” shouts the eager crowd,
While laying branches down,
As Christ a regal donkey rides
Throughout the Jewish town.
A king who brings the threat of war
On horse’s back will pass,
But He who pays the price of peace
Must travel on an ass,
And seem a fool that He should bear
Both shouts of praise and shame,
For they who glorify today
Tomorrow curse His name.
He knows this, and He feels it too,
When all the crowds are past,
And when the cheers at length fade down,
The lonely sea is vast.
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