In humble grace, the palms are spread,
A path of hope where angels tread.
With joyous hearts, the faithful sing,
As Christ rides forth, our hearts take wing.
A donkey’s triumph through the crowd,
A king adorned, yet lowly bowed.
Shouts of “Hosanna!” fill the air,
A message of love beyond compare.
The triumph speaks of peace and grace,
A journey to a sacred place.
Yet shadows loom, the trials near,
In this week of fate, we hold Him dear.
For through the palms, our faith ignites,
In pain and joy, our spirit fights.
The day marks the path we tread,
With Christ beside, we’re truly led.
Embrace the love, the lessons shared,
In every heart, His truth is declared.
For in this day, we find our way,
In every step, we choose to sway.
By: Elizabeth A. Kaine
