I have wandered while on the narrow path
Toward the Eastern Gate
The trail donkey and Master took
To a crucified man’s fate
I imagined the waving fronds
“Hosanna” wafting all around
The trail donkey and Master took
Through spontaneous pomp and sound
I have wondered while on that narrow path
Toward the Eastern Gate
The trail donkey and Master took
Would I embrace my Savior’s fate?
(c) Copyright 2017 by Matthew R. St. John