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Palm Sunday || Spoken Word || David Bowden

There is an ironic beauty in Palm Sunday. Jesus rides into Jerusalem surrounded by people crying, "Save us Lord" (Hosanna). Not long after, another crowd would cry out, "Crucify him." What's ironic and beautiful is the fact that Jesus would say, "Yes" to both crowds. In fact, he would save his people by crucifixion. He would be Hosanna by dying on a cross. The people who surrounded Jesus with palm branches as he rode into town on a donkey were asking for salvation. They had no idea what it would cost for Jesus to answer that request. But Jesus did. He died for the sins of all those who believe that he is God and rose from the dead. Maybe you have your own shout of Hosanna. Maybe you need salvation. Maybe you are in a place in your life where you are crying out, "Save me! Someone!" Jesus is riding into your life too. And he will answer, "Yes" to your cry in the exact same way. He died for your sins in order to reconcile you to God. Believe in him and he will ride victoriously into your life. -- To support our Gospel mission visit: http://www.joinspokengospel.com -- “Palm Sunday” poem written and performed by David Bowden (http://spokengospel.com). Footage provided in partnership by Lumo Project (http://lumoproject.com). -- Lyrics: They relieved the palms of their branches As the people’s palms grasped and then brandished Those leafy emblems of both festival and rebellion These were a people who felt as though they had already Spent their second, third and last chances On Zealots, men like Barabbas, And that, now, famous Maccabean But this Jesus This new champion Was riding into Jerusalem On a donkey As Zechariah had envisioned him This king was coming to Daughter Zion To take the wicked Roman chariots away from Ephraim Surely this Jesus Was the one to bring God’s people salvation Surely he was the one pictured all across the prophet’s hopeful panorama So they cried, “Save us, please” They shouted, “Hosanna, Hosanna!” And this Jesus Would answer yes To their cry of “Save us! Save us!” But not in the way they expected Not by the violent overthrow Predicted by their palmy political propaganda For the humility of that donkey Was nothing compared to the way He would answer their shouts of Hosanna For the path on which he rode Took him not to a throne But to a court Not to a place fit for a heavenly king But to the feet of an earthly lord It was there, before another crowd, In the hands of Pilate, whom God endowed With the power to answer the shouts rising, loud, Demanding crucifixion for this man Who was so recently avowed As Hosanna by those who had laid down A pathway of both palm branch and personal shroud It was there that he would show how He would answer both crowds Both the “Hosanna, save us” cry And the incessant “crucify” For What was missed by each tribe By those who cried out their Hosanna boast And those who cried that this man should be nailed upon two posts Is that Jesus would say no to neither request Instead, Jesus would say yes to both In fact, He would accomplish salvation by such infliction He would be Hosanna by undergoing crucifixion He would say yes to cries of love And yes to cries of hate And for us, it is good news that he answered this way For we too cry Hosanna We too need to be saved But we also cry crucify him We also are filled with hate We need to be rescued from our evil But when goodness comes to us We take what is good And, by our evil, hang it on a cross But this is how he saves us This is how he loves us He answered our cry of need And our cry of hate With one final yes, poured out as he cried So that the sin that put him on the cross He paid for as he died And the salvation for which we asked By his yes he supplied So come lay down your branches And come lift up your palms For the king of our salvation Said yes to the night of death So he could raise the light of dawn