No one wants to be knows as an… eh’ hem for Jesus.
A Psalm for Palm Sunday
King Jesus why did you choose a lowly ass to carry you to ride in your parade?
Had you no friend who owned a horse- a royal mount with spirit fit for a king to ride?
Why choose an ass small unassuming beast of burden trained to plow not carry kings.
King Jesus why did you choose me a lowly unimportant person to bear you in my world today?
I’m poor and unimportant trained to work not carry kings – let alone the King of kings.
And yet you’ve chosen me to carry you in triumph in this world’s parade.
King Jesus keep me small so all may see how great you are.
Keep me humble so all may say, “Blessed is he who cometh in the name of the Lord.”
Not, “What a great ass he rides.”