Let’s go back to Jerusalem, he told them
His friends were agog
They tried to kill you last time
Go and prepare a place for Passover
Let’s celebrate together
So they went to the gates of the city trembling
He rode in on a donkey quietly smiling
Greeted with hosannas and palm waving
Befitting a rockstar, sort of like Springsteen
His friends went with him, hushing and shushing
But throngs could not be stopped
The very stones underfoot would have cried out
Without a scepter or crown
The King of Love burned in their hearts
Their eyes now open to the Truth
They threw down their clothes and inhibitions
At least for a few hours that triumphant day
Before he washed their feet
Before he broke bread and drank wine
And told them remember me
Before the kiss of betrayal in the garden
Seeking Wisdom 