Growing outward toward the sun
and finding in themselves
the green and liquid life,
increased in state: the stuff of fame
the fronds that grew to fan the royalty.
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And yet today, they find themselves
torn from source, and carried,
triumphed, in the air.
As people shout around and crowd,
they throw their palm fronds on the ground
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So may we Jesus, like the palms,
be rent from life to die.
That laying prostrate there
we too might glory in Your way,
and live hosannas to our King.
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