You told us put the sword away,
and healed the wound our anger made.
How shall we follow what you say?
Shall there be peace when midnight fades?
Unarmed you stood for Judas' kiss
as soldiers fell before your word,
but we have turned from you in this
to live and die but by the sword.
We fled, and you were led away
to face th'accuser's lies alone.
Oh, let us turn before the day
and claim you ere the rooster crows!
For no one knows the day or hour
when you your kingdom will restore—
not of this world or this world's power;
not by this world or this world's war.
Give us palm leaves in place of swords
and songs of praise instead of drums,
with cloaks to lay across the road
to greet you when your kingdom comes!
Two times the cock has crowed tonight—
the minutes pass; soon comes the third.
What shall we see by morning's light?
How shall we weep when we have heard?
Kate Bluett 