Monday Before Lent
Atrophied your knees,
Weary your feet,
Rusty the locks of the ancient gates -
Prepare the way.
Cry, Blessed is He! as He comes,
To save, to rule, to save.
Stagnant your hopes,
Vacant your dreams,
Silent and silenced the voice which cries -
In the wilderness prepare the way!
See, He comes. The donkey's steps near,
Four-centuries-dormant longing yawns...
Bowing your hearts,
Waving your palm fronds,
Whispering your hearts -
Hosanna, save...Hosanna...
Open now the gates of day;
Prepare the fallow way.
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Published by Matthew Pullar
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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