So we do thank thee, Father in heaven, for reining the sun up this way again; for making these warming days as long as the starry nights with the growing moon.
Would our Lord have need of our colt today?
Before the very stones cry out, we wave branches and shout, "Hosanna; Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord."
But must our righteous King be crucified?
Must our viable seed be buried in the dark earth?
Thy will be done.
(excerpt from the book, The Farmer Gives Thanks; photo by Katzenfee50 via pixabay.com)
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