Easter Cross Witness

Understudy

Patiently we waited,
Anxious to take center stage,
Ready to spring to life and sing
Hosannas to the King.

Hosanna, Hosanna,
Hosanna to the King!
If the people would not cry out,
Our praises we would bring.

But the fickle crowd got it right,
Laud and honor did proclaim.
As the Son passed through their midst,
The name above all names.

We’d been instructed to be ready,
And just as the colt’s owner knew,
If He had need of our unborn tongues,
We’d have been shouting soon.

And as the crowd responded,
Freely laid their palm leafs down,
We watched the royal procession,
From our positions on the ground.

But I’ll tell you a little secret,
We’ve kept to ourselves these years.
The rock, the pebble, the stone and I-
We watched with joy and tears.

And although it wasn’t written,
Not included in The Book.
Even though we didn’t cry aloud,
God gave us eyes to look.

Our hosannas didn’t pierce that morn,
As we waited in the wings.
But the Father let us hum along-
Our praises to the King.

Birdbath Poet

He is not running, just reminding all who is in charge.