RIDING THROUGH JERUSALEM
by Marion Susan Campbell
I thought it strange he asked for me,
And bade me carry him,
The noblest one of all the earth,
Into Jerusalem!
But rumor goes he loved the meek
And such on him might call,
That may be why he trusted me
The humblest beast of all.
Yet though he was so great and wise
Unequaled in his might,
I scarcely knew I bore a King,
So light he rode -- so light!
They sang Hosannah in the streets,
But I have heard men say
The only time they praised their King
Was when he rode that day.
Men pushed and shouted all around,
The air was thick with cries,
They spread their garments at my feet,
And palms before mine eyes.
They strewed the narrow road with boughs
And barred my path again --
But the tenderest hand I ever felt
Was on my bridle chain.
Source: Christ in Poetry (1952), an anthology compiled and edited by Thomas Curtis Clark and Hazel Davis Clark
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