Palm Sunday

Sometimes the world gives You

Some faint recognition of praise.

May I praise You then, Jesus,

And acknowledge You to be the King of Glory.

But the world is fickle and self-centred,

Preoccupied with every passing whim.

When You fall out of her favour

May I, with Your whole Church,

Still honour You with rightful praise.

In season and out of season,

No matter what the current fashion,

May Your people acknowledge You

And rejoice in their Redeemer King!

Sue Careless