Five days later
“Hosanna, hosanna
Hosanna in the highest”
They exulted,
With palm leaves in their hands.
But five days later,
Those were the very people
Who shouted and screamed
“crucify him, crucify him!”
Oh my people
What ill have I done to you?
What crime did I commit?
They spread their cloaks on the ground
And laid them on my beast.
Yet it was I,
Five days later
Who stood naked,
Stripped of everything.
They wished to exalt me
And exalted I was,
But on a cross.
They wished to crown me,
And crowned I was,
But with a crown of thorns.
You, among whom I dwelled,
You, for whom I was sent;
You would have me crucified?
But why, my people,
Why?
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