On Palm Sunday

We sprang with joy — the Prophet here!
The Son of David had appeared!
At last the tables would be turned,
And our enemies’ houses burned!
Waving palms and throwing cloaks down,
Hosanna do we cry aloud.
But what is this, this humble king?
What’s this Kingdom he is teaching?
The tables turned are in the House
Of our Great God, itself to burn?
In so few days, with such a turn,
Crucify him, we cry out now.
A few days more and then we know
A King and Kingdom here below
Were not the Way, of this our Savior,
But to reveal the Divine favor.
Our King has come to us, riding an ass.
Our King has come to us, God, First and Last.