Lord, In sharing Your Palm Sunday triumph
We must carry that cross
And the wooden weight of pain.
We may walk the palm procession
Of glory in incense and flowers.
But we need Your courage, Lord,
To walk on into the blood and sweat
Of cruelty and persecution.
Lord, my strength is too small,
Carrying the crucifixion, dying
To self, facing the horror
Of poverty and dependence.
Walking in the palms, in the cost of possibility,
We know, Lord, we need You, Lord, in the weight of trial.