O' What A Week That Was

My mother wrote this poem back in 1997. I thought that I'd share it here with you...

O' WHAT A WEEK THAT WAS


PALM SUNDAY! WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY!
THE PEOPLE CAME TO HONOR JESUS IN A VERY SPECIAL WAY.
AS JESUS ENTERED INTO THAT GREAT CITY, JERUSALEM,
HE RODE UPON THE BACK OF A YOUNG DONKEY THAT HAD BEEN LOANED TO HIM.
THE PEOPLE BOWED BEFORE HIM, SPREADING PALM LEAVES ALONG THE WAY.
"HOSANNA! HOSANNA!" AND "KING" THEY DID SAY.
WHAT MORE COULD FOLLOW SUCH A TRIUMPHANT ENTRY TO THE CITY?
O' WHAT A WEEK THAT WAS TO BE!

THE WEEK TO COME WAS FILLED WITH ACTIVITY.
THIS WAS "PASSOVER", A SPECIAL TIME OF JEWISH FESTIVITY.
THERE WERE STRANGE THINGS HAPPENING TOO.
JESUS SPOKE AS IF HE WERE GOING AWAY VERY SOON.
ARRANGEMENTS WERE MADE FOR THE PASSOVER FEAST.
AS THEY ATE, JESUS TOLD OF THE ONE WHO WOULD BETRAY HIS TRUST.
IT WAS TRUE! HE WAS BETRAYED--TRIED--HUNG ON A CROSS TO DIE!
O' WHAT A WEEK THAT WAS! WHAT AGONY! WHAT DESPAIR!

THE SABBATH WAS AT HAND! HIS BODY WAS QUICKLY LAID IN A BORROWED TOMB.
THE HOLY DAY PASSED, THE FIRST DAY OF THE NEW WEEK CAME,
THE WOMEN WHO HAD MINISTERED TO HIM IN LIFE,
CAME NOW TO ANOINT HIS BODY IN DEATH.
BUT WHAT HAD HAPPENED? THE TOMB WAS EMPTY! JESUS BODY WAS MISSING!
A MAN CLOTHED IN WHITE APPEARED, SAID, "JESUS IS NOT DEAD, HE IS
RISEN!"
HIS DEATH ON THE CROSS HAD PAID THE PRICE FOR OUR SIN! THIS IS HIS
STORY.
O' WHAT A WEEK THAT WAS, WHEN DEATH WAS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY!.


MARGE BROWN
3/23/97