Today is Palm Sunday when the Christian world remembers Christ's triumphal entry into Jerusalem one week before His crucifixion. As I have in years past I am reposting a poem I wrote a long time ago that still reminds me of whose I am.
CHRIST’S TRIUMPHAL ENTRY
By
That
ancient day, so long ago
Our
Lord rode mounted, grand and slow,
Into
the town Jerusalem ,
Into
the throngs of waiting men.
The
crowd rejoiced and gave Him alms
Of
fresh cut leaves from desert palms,
Placed
worshipfully along His way;
Their
love reached out to Him that day.
“Hosanna
to the Lord” they cried;
“Bless
each of you” the Lord replied.
With
one accord they welcomed Him
Into
the town Jerusalem .
Centuries
past, our day is here,
But
still He lives to bring us cheer.
He
stands prepared to do His part—
Triumphal
entry into our heart.
Loving
us with love supreme
He
offers a celestial dream
Of
peace and love within our home
And
joy with Him when life is done.
He
waits outside each person’s door
No
matter if we’re rich or poor.
He
knocks and calls as a gentle dove:
“Is
there room in your home for the Master’s love?”
He
wants to bless, His love He offers;
We
need His help, His hand He proffers.
He
knows us well and what we need;
He’s
come to serve, to love, to feed.
While
Christians wait for His return,
Christ
waits for us to learn
That
in a home that welcomes Him,
He
will gladly enter in.
Let
each of us, right here and now,
Within
our hearts renew our vow
To
love the Lord and serve Him well
That
in our homes He’ll come to dwell.
