Once Upon A Week

’Twas Sunday riding a donkey You came down street,

Given palm and ‘Hosanna in the Highest’ joyful greet!

Meal eaten with the chosen few,

Broken bread, red wine foretelling their future view.

Gethsemane garden You wailed an agonized cry,

Father, dear Father, let this cup pass me by!

In trial standing poised yet silent,

Returning scourged, crowd chanting crucify Him to no relent.

Golgotha, the place cross carried You,

Body tied, nailed for they thought it was through.

Roman guards gambled for your garment on display,

This, the final mock of You, they having their way.

Noon darkness rang over the sky,

All astonished in disbelief of their eye.

Upon three hours,

Your Spirit released—It Is Finished!

Temple veil torn—sin was diminished.

Mary, Your tomb—emptiness she found,

Jesus overcame death and could not be bound.

Yes, Once Upon A Week all this came to be,

Our Savior, Jesus, bore the Cross for you and for me!