A Palm Poem

On a tiny donkey he came
The man with many a name

The whole town began to stir
for reasons, some unsure

His presence made them rejoice
They raised their hands and their voice

Cloaks were thrown down upon that road
and Palm branches were grabbed many to hold

The crowd sang praise to the King who comes in the name of the Lord
Others cried out No, and in their hearts hatred they did hoard

On top of His donkey He wept for them all
their eyes not open to see ahead their own fall

I picture myself on the side of that road
I see my burdens upon Him, such a heavy load

I'll pick up my palm and wave it high for Him to see
His head will turn and look directly into me

As my head falls down in shame I can't hide
My chin He will lift so I don't miss His donkey ride

he heads into town as we wave the palm branches we hold
The end to the beginning is about to unfold