Those stones had heard the children’s cries
Hosanna to the King
A donkey brought the Man of Peace
To hear Jerusalem sing.
But soon a dreaded whipping post
Placed on some others stones
Would hear the soldiers’ hateful jeers
And Mercy’s gasps and moans.
And blood would leave the Vessel pure
And pay sin’s awful cost.
A Mother wipes the crimson ground
To salvage what she’s lost.