Palm Sunday comes this year as Spring awakens in beauty and splendor. The original Palm Sunday filled with celebration, but turned to darkness only a week later. I write and share a poetic and photographic essay in honor of Palm Sunday below.
I was there in my spirit with the evil ones, yelling at the front of the crowd. “Crucify Him!! Crucify Him!!” My sins yelled and clamored for His death. My fleshly being of evil and filth, sang the words.
Then…. He looked my way in love and forgiveness. My soul became silent and I collapsed in fear at His feet. “Forgive me. Your blood is own my hands not Pilates.”
His blood burst covering my every imperfection. The work of redemption — stripes for my healing, blood for my forgiveness, a broken body and flesh ripped to pay my cost for my sins. He became my replacement; my lamb. I deserved the stripes, the shedding of blood, and bruised and battered body; but He bore all for me.
“Why me,” Lord I pray as I look out my back window at His beautiful world marred by the Fall. “Why did you die for me?”
Palm Sunday’s Spring Awakening
Easter comes in this year in a quiet rush …. so early. The beauty of Spring erupts in my backyard. Beautiful colors of pink, purple, and white paint the skies.
Spring wakes in worship of the most Holy, Jesus Christ.
He gave His life for me, for you.
He cried from the Cross, “Father forgive them, they know not what they do.”
He bowed His head and closed his eyes, “It is finished.”
Easter’s song sings in my heart. It longs for closeness to God who forgave me, a disgrace who cried for His blood. My evil ways earned me eternal death, but Jesus looked across time. “I die for Her.”
He looks across time today. “I die for you. I die for you.”
This post is written for Day 20 of the March Slice of Life Story Challenge,
I will also join several of the hops listed on my Link-up Parties page.