Friday, September 11, 2009

Palm Sunday

Lord, welcome to the city, here's the keys.
We've cleaned up for you and are rolling out the green leafy carpet for your, um, steed.
Why are you so quiet, um, up there?
Where's the jaunty jaw?
Why do you look sad amidst our praises?
You know you are soon going to suffer here and die.
You know these cheers will turn to jeers.
You know the fickleness, selfishness, self-protectiveness, inattentiveness, laziness and pride in our hearts that are embarrassed by your, um, steed.
Yet you accept our welcome, because we do like the idea of you, and you are already forgiving us for our ignorance, blindness, and abandonment.
Hosannah in the Highest. Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
I believe, help thou my unbelief, my King and my God.

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