3/18/37 - Local Poets' Corner

This poem was written for my beloved Sunday School Class in 1935.

Palm Sunday brings to mind that day
when Jesus, King of men
Made His triumphal entry into old Jerusalem:
But not in kingly chariot with splendor did He ride,
But on a lowly donkey's colt, with children at His side.
Yet many people honored Him, and
spread their garments down,
And with palm branches strewed His
path - this King without a crown.
"Hosanna! Blessed is the one who
cometh in the name Of God! Hosanna in the highest!" But
dear Jesus faced the shame
Of cruel cross - betrayed - denied; then
tortured by His foes:
But, victor over shame and death, in
three days He arose.

And still He comes! The Conqueror!
"Hosanna!" may we sing,
For Christ, our Saviour, is here!
Hosanna to our King!

Cleveland, Ohio

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