The King of Jerusalem was soon to be crowned.
The news of his coming was spread far and wide;
Crowds danced in the streets awaiting his ride.
Branches of palms were strewn at his feet, as children rejoiced--the king they'd soon meet.
A triumphal beginning would end as He came, from Bethlehem's stable to Golgotha's shame.
"I thirst," said the king; they offered him gall. A sponge filled with bitterness--a gift from us all.
"Behold, John, your mother," He said with a groan, as blood-drops from Heaven cried for It's Own.
Soldiers gathered at the foot of His cross, gambling and sneering--a pity, their loss.
"Forgive them, my Father, they really don't know." Jesus relinquished all guilt that we owe.
"My God, My God, why am I forsaken?" Dark clouds replied, "It's man's sin You've taken."
The earth quaked in anger; the skies screamed with rage. "It's finished," He stated. God emptied the stage.
[copyrighted, SelahV Today, 2007]