Looking Out: 2^nd April 2023

Palm Sunday “The Witness” by Teresa Roberts Johnson

One minute I was dozing in the morning sun; Then I awoke to find my ropes had been undone.

The kindest Man that I have ever seen drew near,

And with one gentle touch He drove away my fear.

When His disciples led me to a crowded street I bowed my back to Christ, the Mercy Seat.

 So I a donkey, bore the burden of the Lord;

Beneath my feet were palm leaves, spread there by a horde

Of selfish folk who sought a powerful earthly king,

And loud hosannas through the lanes began to ring.

 But all too soon the shouts of victory had turned To “Crucify Him!” as the Holy One you spurned. The crown you gave had thorns that pierced His noble head;

The regal robe you offered dripped with crimson red.

You persecuted prophets when they preached to you,

But every chain will crumble, and every stone you threw Will cry aloud to bless the God that you deny.

For all of His creation is prepared to testify That Immanuel has come to break the dreadful curse

And all the ruinous powers of darkness to disperse.

Deborah Yun