The palms

 The palms

by john cla55

Down the way we came

weary in our journey

we had to stop and rest

unable to continue on

beneath stars of night

by embers we laid

where the path led

trying not to think ahead

beneath the palms

our pathway strewn

with broken fronds

upon journey end

then we learned

upon our path

the Lord had come

we took a trampled frond

and held it high

Hosannah in the highest

To you we lift our cry!