Palm Sunday,
Day of hands, Waving, weaving Talismans Welcome, Welcome Into town On burro’s back Our hopes abound. In rows and pews, Prayer scarves aloft, We wait the news And sign the cross Clasped tightly ‘round A string of beads That squeeze the cherish From our needs. Holy Holy, Holy Lord Show me guidance And reward. I wander through The misty veil, Chasing light, Both dim and frail. Faith and Spirit Keep me on course, A pulsing, breathing, Warming force. In days uncertain And nights so dark, They whisk an ember From a spark. Palm Sunday Fan the flame And blow our breath Into His name 4/2/23
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