With waving palms they welcomed Him
the coming King of Kings.
Cloaks are cast upon the road
and loud Hosannas ring, until again
the crowd is swayed by rhetoric of hate
a louder cry of crucify
is heard without the gate

we see the Man of love and peace
now nailed on the cross
soldiers gamble for his clothes
and innocence is lost

crowds today are also led
by hatred’s fickle moods
turning their faces from this God
to whom the man alludes
no matter that He died for us
we will not share his love
we close our eyes to others needs
ignoring Heaven’s dove

and the stones are crying out again
in Syria, Afghanistan
wherever innocent blood is lost
once more we fail
to count the cost
of hatred

© Maureen Sudlow


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