Palm Sunday Poem

They waved palm branches as He passed

And hailed Him as their King;

Yet, they knew not of the sorrow

The coming week would bring.

The glad acclaim would soon give way

To jeers and mockery;

In Pilate’s court He’d be condemned

To a cross on Calvary.

But Jesus knew He was the price

In God’s redemptive plan,

The Sacrificial Lamb come down

To die for sins of man.

The centuries have passed and still

He seeks those lost in sin,

Pleading with unyielding hearts

To repent and follow Him.

On this day we shout our praise,

O, let us not delay;

The palm-strewn path of long ago

Still leads to Him today.