Poems ✍️

He came into Jerusalem,
along the stony track.
The man they called the Healer,
riding on a donkeys back.
He came into Jerusalem,
children opened up there arms.
They knelt down in front of him,
then laid the branches of palms.
He came into Jerusalem,
in a flash of golden light.
Poised upon a donkey,
wearing a shroud of white.
He came into Jerusalem,
without horse or chariot to ride.
The man they called Jesus,
with his Disciples by his side.
he came into Jerusalem,
blessing the people, as he went by,
Knowing that one of his Disciples
would three times deny.
He came into Jerusalem,
with his destiny at hand.
Betrayed by another,
as to bear the sins of the land.
He came into Jerusalem,
with so much love to give
To heal the sick and tormented,
so that they could live.
Then Destiny would take him,
bearing a cross upon his back,
up the hill to Calvary,
along the stony track.
He came into Jerusalem,
to be crucified at dawn,
nailed upon the cross
with his flesh all torn.
He came into Jerusalem,
No gold upon his head,
but his head lay heavy,
and these were the words he said
'Forgive Them Father,
For They Know Not What They Do!
He came into Jerusalem,
and gave his life, just for you.