Easter Week

It is time,

Time for the Passover

And to Jerusalem they come

To worship God.

But hold!

What is this?

A man rides in regal state

A lowly donkey.

The people shout

And cry, “Hosanna!”

They acclaim Him king

This Man upon a donkey.

The week passes

And again we hear

On Friday, people shout.

But now a different tune –

“Crucify Him!”  they cry.

“We have no king but Caesar.

Crucify Him!”

The lash is laid

On bare flesh

A crown of thorns

Adorns His head.

And then the heavy cross

He carries;

The Man they acclaimed as king

Just six days ago.

And He is crucified

And dies.

The Man is buried

In a tomb of rock

And on the third day

The women come

To finish anointing the body

But find an open tomb

And no body within.

And again we hear

Voices raised,

But now in praise

Acclaiming, “He is risen!”

And it is told abroad

That the Man who was crucified

Is the Son of God.