Yet this is how He comes. Through wine and bread Love chooses to be emptied into me.
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Palm Sunday Now to the gate of my Jerusalem, The seething holy city of my heart, The saviour comes. But will I welcome him? Oh crowds of easy feelings make a start; They raise their hands, get caught up in the singing, And think the battle won. Too soon they’ll find The challenge, the reversal … Continue reading A POEM FOR PALM SUNDAY
CofE Network of Distinctive Deacons 