Mixture of Life
In humble paths, the donkey trod,
Carrying Jesus, the Lamb of God.
Hosannas sung, with branches high,
A scene of triumph beneath the sky.
But in the depths of agony's grasp,
Jesus bore the weight, His love to clasp.
From palms to passion, the journey unfolds,
From glory's tale to the story it molds.
In the first, sunlight kissed the day,
In the second, shadows held sway.
From garments spread to garments torn,
In life's contrast, a lesson born.
For life, a tapestry of joy and woe,
Where both Palm Sundays and Good Fridays show.
From the entry to the exit, the tale unfurls,
A symphony of sorrow, a dance of pearls.
So let this Holy Week, with its sacred call,
Transform our hearts, make us stand tall.
From sinners to saints, let us aspire,
To embrace both the palm and the pyre.
