O Lord, who once rode through the city gate
In triumph, over scattered cloaks and palms
To children’s song and shouts of wild aclaim,
Yet weeping for the wrath that soon would come,
Come once again in triumph—make an end
Of striving, wars, against your perfect peace.
O Lord, who rose up through the gates of heaven,
In triumph, glory, and then took your seat
At God’s right hand until all things were placed
In firm subjection underneath your feet,
Come once again, and rule upon the earth—
Take up your scepter, sit upon the throne,
And make all nations bow to you alone.
This Sunday is Palm Sunday, so as I did last year I decided to write a poem having to do with the Triumphal Entry. The initial idea for this poem, and several of the phrases, came quickly, but putting the rest together took longer than I had hoped and intended.
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