"Palm Sunday" - a short poem...a spirit's cry. (Are we the same as they?)

                                                           Palm Sunday 

                            You looked down into the hearts in Jerusalem and wept,
                             saddened by the many things that kept
                             the people from truly looking at You.

                            When you look into my heart, do You also weep,
                             saddened by the many things that keep
                             me from truly seeing You?

                             Soon, You'll be killed on the Cross.
                             This, then, is my spirit's cry:
                             that You help me leave these ugly things
                             there with You...to die.

                             After three days, You will be alive again!
                             But must those things that keep me from You
                             be resurrected, too?
                             Never!
                             They must stay nailed to the Cross,
                             dead forever.
                                                                                        (Becky Rhon) 

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"As He approached Jerusalem and saw the city, He wept over it, and said, 'If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace...but...you did not recognize the time of God's coming to you.'" (Luke 19:41,44)    

                            May our hearts always recognize His touch, His voice, 
                                            His presence at our side...
                                               His "coming to us".