Can he be what we want him to be?
And so it comes together
in Jerusalem
the Holy City.
The crowds are assembling;
breathing expectation
an intoxicating blend of both
hope and fear.
Everyone dressed in their very best.
Children scrubbed clean and combed.
All watching, waiting, wanting
an arrival, an entrance, a coming to be.
Oh Jesus, Jesus our hope.
The authorities are nervous
How to keep control
Maintain order at all cost
Keep the lid on.
Plans are ready
in case.
Just
in
case.
Oh, Jesus, Jesus our threat.
The priests are waiting
Calmly, carefully, no need to
be nervous.
No need to encourage
any anticipation.
No need to stir the status-quo
No change.
Keep it orderly.
According to tradition.
According to the rules.
Oh Jesus, Jesus our challenge.
The disciples are with him
Friends, band of brothers
bound by so much to each one
Love for the man.
Team of men,
bonded together.
Oh Jesus, Jesus our friend.
Mary is there.
Alone, quiet, scared.
Heart beating with fear
Expecting, denying, hoping
Loving a son.
Remembering the start
Recalling the life
Oh Jesus, Jesus my son.
Mary Magdalene is the shadows.
Wondering how it might have been.
How she could have loved him,
how he could have loved her,
how they would have been together
how they might have lived.
Oh Jesus, Jesus my love
Judas is there
Bound into his brotherhood
that he loves and who love him.
Hoping for more, never quite enough.
Wanting for a glance
Hoping for a nod
That Jesus will be what he wants.
Oh Jesus, Jesus my King.
Jesus, Jesus
Who are you?
Jesus, Jesus
What will you be?
Will you be
What we expect?
Will you be
What we want?
Jesus, Jesus
Do not disappoint us.
Do not disappoint us.
Come, come to Jerusalem
The holy city of God.
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