the Sunday school teacher handing out branches,
thick, green leaves rustling like crinoline as we
held back our glee about going to Big Church and
singing and waving for the grown ups
How long ago this was, how long ago it seems
we went to church at all.
How hard to find a way to praise this day
when the worst is coming.
Is this how Jesus felt inside as the palm branches waved
in Jerusalem? He knew
His doom awaited.
But still He rode.
Because He also knew the way the story ends.
And so we sing
in small voices that tremble.
“So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, crying out, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord, even the King of Israel!””
John 12:13 ESV