In the crowd - we held our breath - as the nails pierce into his flesh; We heard His mother's anguish, And stood in the darkness of earth. "They arrested him and broke him Then hung him there alone to die." A crown of thorns on his head King of the Jews, the sign read As we watched his body bleed Even now, crowds still mocked. "They arrested him and broke him Then hung him there alone to die." This is the day of Jesus plight Three hours, Earth saw no light The temple curtain

Photo by Hannah Fleming-Hlll on Unsplash People took their palm branches And lined the streets with them. As Jesus entered Jerusalem, He was greeted by vast numbers. Hosanna, to the son of David, Hosanna, to the King of Kings. "Save us who are humble, Lord, please have mercy on us". From triumphant cheers of joy, Their attitudes would soon turn. Praise's turn to shouts of "crucify", For in one week a lot can happen. Hosanna, to the son of David, Hosanna, to the King of Kings

The old oak kitchen table Stood on the uneven floor. She slid down the bench seat. Rubbed her hands on the table top. She smiled and remembered. The day her 2-year-old grandson Had danced on the tabletop. The day her whole family had played Monopoly How they had laughed and complained How her youngest usually won. The Sunday morning her future son-in-law Asked for her beautiful daughter’s hand in marriage. When her crazy friends had a posh tea party. The tears, the laughs, th