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

Lawrence M. Barry

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.