This is a Palm Sunday poem that I wrote and preached as the Palm/Passion Sunday sermon. A number of people have requested copies of it, so I’m making it available here: use this Palm Sunday poem as you wish.
Palm Sunday Poem
What Kind of King Are You?
What kind of king
rides on a donkey
a donkey that might be borrowed,
or might be hijacked?
What kind of king
builds a castle
with a wide open door for children to enter
but a needle-eye sized hole for the rich?
What kind of king
rides on a donkey
into the city where
his assassins are waiting?
What kind of king
enters his assassins’ city
with a ragtag commotion for all to see
and not one security guard?
What kind of king
lets his subjects treat him like a
military liberator but doesn’t
come with a single sword or weapon?
What kind of king
lets his followers send a
public message to the competing powers
with no intent of answering a single challenge?
What kind of King are you?
What kind of King
can send two followers
to fetch a donkey
and know exactly what they’ll need to say?
