The pilgrim psalm, a cry of pleading,
Hail the Lamb, soon bleeding.
Hosanna! Save us!
Blessed is he who has come.
On a virginal colt, to Jerusalem mounted,
costly redemption, carefully counted.
Palm branches flutter, royalty shown
to a King who stepped away from his throne.
Hosanna! Save us!
Blessed is he who has come.
The final week, a floodgate of teaching;
vested words for the souls he’s reaching.
To the task at hand, Christ ever obedient;
his enemies plotting his death expedient.
Hosanna! Save us!
Blessed is he who has come.
Bearing the cross, darkness impending;
Obscene with sin, Holiness offending.
“Sin is paid for!” exhaled in victory;
atonement impeding death’s thievery.
Hosanna! Save us!
Blessed is he who has come.
Third day dawns, morn’ most scandalous;
Truth foretold this act miraculous.
Empty tomb, a folded shroud;
proves immortality endowed.
Hosanna! Save us!
Blessed are you who have come.
So lovely and living. Thank you!
Thank you Margaret for your kind and encouraging words.
How beautiful, Ilona. Thanks so much for this beautiful piece.
Your husband enjoyed the poem as well!
Thank you Ilona. Blessed is he who has come.