What a procession, on the road into town! What a commotion and laying cloaks down. Yelling ‘Hosanna’, ‘Blessed is the King’. Shouting ‘Messiah’, honouring Him. Excited disciples making a scene, waving their branches, a carpet of green. The colt of the donkey bearing the Lord, the crowd shouting praises, it seemed that they roared. The children were listening. They joined in the praise, swept up in the moment young voices they raise. Into the temple the Lord went that day sweeping traders and money changers away. Healing the blind ones, curing the lame, watched by the children praising His name. ‘Hosanna,’ they shouted ‘Son of David,’ they cried, and the scribes were indignant the priests said they lied. The children annoyed them, their simple refrain stole all their thunder, upstaged them again. ‘Do you hear what they’re saying, these children?’ they said. Indignant and angry, they wanted Him dead. But the children sang praises; they shouted His name. They knew He was worthy; they told forth his fame. While the priests and the scribes plotted terrible things, the children rejoiced for this day was their King’s!
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