Palm Sunday

I have gone from honor and glory to scorn from the crowd.
Their vile words mock Me.
Come walk beside Me through it all.
See My agony in the garden and remove your fear
so you may pray with Me and stand by My side.
See Me as I am stripped of My clothes, tied and beaten.
The scourging rips at My flesh and
My blood pours from the many wounds.
Feel My sorrow as the crown of thorns digs into My flesh
and I am mocked as My blood blinds and burns My eyes.
This day offer back to Me your small crown of sufferings.