Last Sunday, it was, “Go and find a donkey.
Then untie it, lead it here, so I may ride.”
Just anybody’s donkey, Jesus?
Don’t you know that they’ll object?
“Just say, ‘The Master needs it.’ That
Will do.” You think? You think it will?
How embarrassing for us, my friend:
So now, the festival at hand, it’s time
To take the lead for once, and ask:
“So Jesus? Do you have a plan,
And where should we prepare the meal?”
We ought to have known better. “Find
a man who bears a jug of water in
His arms, and follow him. The place
He enters is the place. The table
Will be in the upstairs room.
Prepare the feast; we’ll follow!”
Really, Jesus? Find a man and follow him
Because he bears a jug of water?
How embarrassing for us: it worked.
I guess we’ll have to trust you, Jesus, now.
Wherever you may go from here,
To all the dizzy heights of power, be
Assured we’ll go. We’re right with you.
I’ll not deny you once, nor let alone
This weird prediction of three times.
The rooster can withhold its cry
Until the crack of Doom, and still
I promise I will not deny.
Until, of course, I shout, “I do not know
Then weep and weep and weep.