On donkey’s back in heat of sun
With childlike trust he journeys on
Our waves, our cheers, bring knowing smile;
The cut’s gates less than a mile.
We urged him on with waving palms.
He knew the end, and yet was calm.
He rode along, ‘ Neath father’s gaze,
His view was clear, no dusty haze.
He knew full well the tide would turn
His kingly stance, the crowd would spurn.
But he could see a prize to win,
Man’s cancelled debt. An end to sin.
Remember now, at Easter-tide,
To look again at donkey rides.
To see beyond the palms and fun,
To truth, not fantasy, to god’s own son.
Remember well that ride to death ,
God died for you, whom he gave breath.
So kneel and pray, and ask,
And he will show the way that’s truly free.
Dave R West