Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PALM SUNDAY, by MAY HAMMOND WITTERS


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PALM SUNDAY, by                    
First Line: Dear master: I've no palms to strew upon
Last Line: Is my savior pacing off the miles to calvary -- for me.
Subject(s): Christianity


Dear Master: I've no palms to strew upon the way
for Thy triumphal passing along the road today;
but yesterday I cleaned the floors, and made the windows shine,
and comforted one aged. Oh, please accept as Thine,
These homely things. They are not much, but they were done for love.
Accept them as my offering, dear Son of God above!

I swept my soul of dark desire, for I want to be
as lovely for Thy passing as Thou would'st have me be.

I put two red geraniums on the front window seat,
and the blossoms seemed great drops of blood upon Thy hands and feet.

My work, my love, my life, are very small to give
To One who died upon a cross -- that I might live.

Today, through shining windows, all my dim eyes can see
is my Savior pacing off the miles to Calvary -- for me.





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