Palm Sunday

The songs of His adoring crowd have died,
Their palms crushed under conquering Roman feet,
As Mother watches all with heavy sigh
And knows that Jesus soon will His death meet.

Close to her heart she holds the promise made
That of His Kingdom there will be no end,
And she will not let her commitment fade
For she has faith her son will live again.

So, silently she keeps her mother’s watch
With other women who like her have faith–
Expose their pain to Him who’ll each heart search–
And shares with them their tears at Jesus’ fate.

She waits with Him so near His suffering hour;
With love, she’ll know His Resurrected power.